Fluid Drive For Gwen
Fluid Drive for Gwen
Sleep is a many splendored ring
[lostfully] lust in sleep’s [giant] silent loss.
rungs of ‘nipples, climbing...[
ladder] in [Vegas,...chest-quest
frost, first cropped then tops
stops and sings a song of sixpence
love and fluid drive for Gwen
who gave me hives
on weekend pooldives
in hills never been or bottomed
on show couch beer rain Limo soak night[fright]
Westwood look crossroad took Norma[she was dying] to her table
white wicker sky- never make cushions for Wicker furniture[straining to be heard]
shrinking into dream of fame.
lime green Fermento [fragmentedly]
thing sitting in yard [windy] Wendy[sometimes it is still when someone here is
dying][trying to die],
. still in an acabe
Medina is the lover of patroclus
Sometimes a Blue come push down death’s trembling curtain
Yesterday on my walk I saw a funeral Heart be touched by Grace
The carp swimming old in May circling dead [dead as can be]
a kid said as she jumped to me; [old dead snot-snout] “Home is the sailor” [home is the sea].
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