he art
polyvocal
so loud full up
so near to loss
courteous hissing
(to whom? at whom?)
bile and cud emitted then
distilled with shivering he art
strained at ankles
shrugging in gangs
wooden
denying
some
not touched
the goods of war
but
not getting hold
chewing and coughing deeply
smell them at night
masturbating
being men
swivelling slung over a wide field of cement
plastic macintosh
verbal
macerating offences
of both parties
with useless touching
brushing crazy brusquely
looking for strong drink
coughing deeply
choosing any
throw out the weighted
ropes catching on no thing
lorry-full sneeze
retching away from nativity
natural
jazzy
weakness of the sty
the sky
giddy
we two divided
becoming fish in a milky zoo
small things visible to the naked eye
we unload with a cough of sputum
stealthily making off
the spade that dug a grave
contracting the sentence
jumping on to a little boat
”oh have you built your ship of death?”
the suicidal one says "no"
o island o ilex
let me move
to zoo my understanding
I own a selection of colours
I have a range of friends
I share such means
whips them with a thin piece of birch
the apple ferment: systole,
systole -- it bursts or rots
cheap film
edge horizon
minimum colour minus a few bits
modifies my odour
in the advertisement
see
the scenic rhythm
questioning the speed
attacked by flies
a struggle cawing
so be it
said in the face of the ruler
stiff
star-systemed with a belly that
would burst
open into pieces
hitting you accused you
zeal and no food
brightness and tending nightly
walking a simple cough
by the military verve
allowance
sigh
say the city
cow stasis
killing them is moving
them unpatterned
powerfully deify the view the substance
a minimum somatic clothing
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