1
In disarray -- dancing with just one hip
I dragged her into imagination,
letting her small mouth catch all of the breaths
I wanted to self'ly steal for my own
2
I dragged her into imagination,
But fell asleep Inside of her instead.
I wanted to self'ly steal for my own,
tripping in the valley of my armpit,
3
But fell asleep Inside of her instead.
She makes the sound the sun makes when it sets,
tripping in the valley of my armpit,
While the earth digs in its heels. I saw her,
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She makes the sound the sun makes when it sets,
letting her small mouth catch all of the breaths
While the earth digs in its heels. I saw her,
In disarray -- dancing with just one hip
texts that change the conscious parameters of literature, both for readers and writers. from a different angle than these, r.p. blackmur adds: 'poetry: [is] ...language so twisted and posed in a form that...it adds to the stock of available reality.' formerly edited by peter ganick. send texts to Volodymyr Bilyk at ex.ex.lit@gmail.com for consideration...
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Saturday, June 20, 2020
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