A tissue
[ | indicates a
gesture – | within a line indicates that the performer gestures whilst
continuing utterance; | on a line of its own indicates some kind of major
demonstrativeness and perhaps some razzamatazz]
called cock in its crowded wet
horrible old empty-face
that aged burst into this normative man
any actor asked him and fell
was rushed into the damp
not the whole company
burnt beautiful, the beloved, private
magazine to prepare
the bell as | the worst | balance
your finger | miseries
the doorbell | a kind or category of
nightmare
sparkling prisoners her long awaited guests
sparkling princess
everything out of my life
how can it be learnt
with her friendship
not touching me
with a telephone
the task of a grief
your leg muscles damaged
choking
huddled up into a
ruining
of the body of the prince
your face in these parts
as soon as
to go back to
to get back
the make-up
had recurred
and started
and almost
and changed
from the
when the
her story
do you want to hear it?
the other things laughed
I shall need the typewriter beautiful today
she said
she put eggs into houses
released from a whole section
a secret flicker of this situation
cut off at a button | that alone
very quickly | blue-eyed
ground him | grounded him | downed
full of people | like the wind
in the morning crush
|
my husband | started
I had no further adventures that's when it |
hissed
|
humiliating | screaming | sexuality
|
pushed him | on to the floor
|
all women's shoes
|
twisted | all getting experience
|
I can remember
|
our last | few words
|
a gloved hand | into the show like
between my legs | identical | alone
|
I dreamed of
|
no wonder | he was quite a celebrity |
collecting signatures
|
it was
quite | a bitch | a suitable object
melancholy | in being a | gliding
|
its motor had started
|
he lit a cigarette | give me one impregnation
|
and entered an animated face | radiated
cautiously arrived at the desert
the high street has been obliterated
he made his fear | becoming cold with it
it tilled his inner ear(s) and brought forth
blossom
|
sticky | accomplishing nothing
|
in order to cut all such sound from his
accreting memory
accretive?
both views | binding a view conducting it
the whole situation | it's partial
highly placed | and still yours | always |
closer
just now experienced
immense forces | close to the sun
|
fading into dark red | but no further
malformed shapes
|
which was not the presence of matter | around
him
around him | but its absence
|
choked in | this time | and its immense
vacuity
he realised he couldn't it was disastrous
the frail tall oak
she walked round them scornfully
and he was wondering at them all sitting
there
to be pointed by the news
ground was strange ground for him
it was a shock hearing his own voice
then actually laughing
it must be taped
the window was a wound
if you stood on the edges of the whole
panorama with your hands gesturing intimidations
his boy was beginning to read as the phone
rang
the footpath flowed with long grass which was
so crossed by animal tracks it reminded him of a mosaic
time was unbearable for him to contemplate |
he laughed
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