come around again...

That might be Vico and his bicycle rounding the range . if not then why not the alleyway of sunlight dappling . This wasn't the place was it now? She might be on you boyo over the path near the plinth. Its reckoning come sung home.

At Calais the forts are nothing left. In Ireland the hoboes are left to rustle leaves pack jackets and ring the tinkers bell. Applause apple sauce and the dappled air of sing sang sung.

tuning

Turn up the tune Oedipus your bucket's boshed .Mashed between four teeth eight gods, nuns and toothsome side winning. Table turning its spin goes quicker as fast lightening peeving out the god of taste and waiting on table after table according to the choice allegory of its ovulation. Ovum to ring its treasured sweet on!


This babe's got her arse on backwards. We'd wave if we could, but darning stockings not your choice method. Murmur the curtain parting the seat, open up yer ass crack, deep in its funnel comes the bounding cry of earth earth earth .

Of the

Frightened of the day Jill calls her pattern. Catatonia kata _ and katabasis the rumbling round the swinging sward. The swan and at the dark end of the far square is that a ricocheting thing... hunkered down stars falling round ... its lime and lemon and the twinge of gods backed up ... terrorized by gods ...

Heartily we've deconceived their seed . But down by the river grace's has its tongue meriting the pummeled forest and the wheat... what mouth holds open this word adjective player pen to the night...

She's tired... .

gelid

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Gelid might be horses yet not the wooden sun . Come along now ~ we're headed to the smoke room. Wreathed in cloud of idea, and elbows here arms there, heads, over, arms akimbo, the bowl turned over, the camera clicking or the sound and the tape and its there a spot slip on the floor oh its costly no its not its she her breath and breast and this one o her and he there the favoured? Rubbed her french arm and her ass his crotch and the philosopher up and down baton to thought his rhythms one does not . Ah rest a place this today Tuesday a place learning again leaning against that wall in the back of the room there see it's her. Yes, and Jill's very happy becoming woman Mona's happy become perceptive


Call it spring 1989

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trial by error

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Trial by error remanding Mona.. Her chair's poetry is chalk and chiaroscuro . This way a teaching's been revved by her commands. And the lust beat down. Not so the mumbling but better this way than removed by force, and edified by bring to and going home she knew her breath sluicing through her . Out to in to out and her girl her double nape and the reverent secret kiss.



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lake

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In this lake she reached a caterer the cutting thing underfoot, was something as a song was flumed to its bearable note . Then up it went reaching the sky grounded round a firmament of paste and sky. No one stirred its belt nor the infinite quality of its marriage. This way its heard round the earth the one two one to reach preach its pleasure the beauty of its mare



Has anyone been an invention of this song? Jill's wooly head and the beaks heard .



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infinitely receding

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Infinitely receding in the dark shrinking Spinoza prince of the tear. Clock of the weening word heard its bearable fate, the shrank duck and breaking wave. Not over

the spume but the funnel of cellos.

Jill measuring the beat_________________________________

return and fern

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Chains had a way. Of talking Shackles bore their weight and the magazine heard the ringing. Mona felt a sun penetrate the rocket weave whirl its summer back buttering the pair of wheat, the refted stalk the keen chair the sudden felt of its church city of nowhere and the throng and the bust the head sharing its complete gentle hour . Thither the Jill and Mona bore their neck the double lick kiss ~ .

Of one face and another Mona and her many wore her hair .

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but eats

Carapace is like having a face. No face. the face in the wood, in the fur, in the seething giant of the poorest makes for descriptive desperate airs, and like a clematis twines round its fender . and the mark has no space. but eats

Mona ties the shoe round the lace that bends the leg wishing for nothing but an unconscious preceding itself.

But eateries are not dining rooms and salon is not a parlour . Come round this side of the sentence and you've chosen your song.

this kempt pair of hook

She goes blank blank up against the wall its furring falling... if the turret pouts and the rain clambers down the chimney will it henceforward be the becoming of trees? Can syntax fuss its rubbing tube down the corridor of time?


Every face's mirror knows this way, its grappling and praising .

this river wont meet

She hear it the circle's circumference, the real Jesus buttercup ontology and the 5 amendment proof of her sexistence . At the living room, couch and armchair wrapped in paltry plastic, she's heard the choir chiming the bells on the balcony, and knowing her daddy is there, shes running the water. If she's lucky it's because she heads south leads a charmed life and reads the right books not the wrong ones and the naughty ones, but the really dirty philospopical tomes.

Weighty in matter and meat no less, and like that remembering a friends mother she drives home late.

take back your wall Mona

Take back your wall Mona, the trees are blowing. Over the side stepping and sidereal space she canters a little like her mother. The godless. Fret. And bowing cape. Not an understudy or a butler but a maid with the dirty things they're supposed to wear. To cartograph her appetite. She's a big fat smile in the reckoning of the world, and its pod

okay my dear

Aye aye My captain this bliss's is listed. Her whore pan tray's got her good nowhere and nowhere. First between then before before between she's before and the giving. And then she see her before before her after he before and between she's after. She's after by offering the thing her thing.

Star forward. Let's huddle skip backward.Scoping the bridge, the ism things come. It's come to their round. Monsters on the earth. And under the surface, under the surface, what under it?

What under it?

Second between after she's pulled the cradled of every. And she and she and she.

A wall for any other one...

They're jabbering about a wall| I was at the wall. It was better Up. Better far better. but Worse. Worse when Up. Worse when DoWn. Down Wall. Up Wall. yr wall is here and now. yr wallsome. wall-eyed Sartre my deterritorializing realizing self.


Its good it came over. Jill went by. Jill wentbyebyeand by and by. But it was tourist. Now seen some other to caress her moon. its high moon and rathers its spoke. Shes beared the brunt of the dialectical passage. from real critique to something . yes. spared to worn off. tooth to tumble.

Shes biandbihisbook. His bibookhis look and nook. Cant wary of. Love's fair bust.

the nose

You hyena hear the body cry. It's revoked by its decisions. It's the jest counting the pronghorn... off it goes... mountain dust, hill rain and .... Jill marries the forest scope carrying her weigh a limbering lumbering truck. This route she has not an other thing to remainder her rose is flue and pirated with humble shoots. Devil grass and hankies, and sneezy things, work her lather into a sap, and the honey dryad, and like a sonnet she's metro to metro on the building cope.

Marooned by backseats, she's chesty to the swash buckled water, a league or two more,and she's homebound for more ferries.

The rain wills its peace. She's narrow to a bridge. And peace to bound.