Advice M
And
what for
reason the Greek sun set behind the
Halicarnassan plain
At the end
of the day just kneel and pray
Byrds on a
radio telescope
Elspeth
dusts the room
the table
For My Wife
Frayed is
the morn that night has left me
I am child to
the aborted sun of Astrachan
I got my
poverty for free
I find
nothing so delicious
I killed
fifteen and you may shoot me
I many times
cost meet
Is Romance not
Time’s Little Girl ?
It’s ten to
five and morning breaks anew
Let there be
flowers, let there be trees
Miriam, your
name spells memory
Scare not to
behold my face as potty
The Age of
Lust is giving Birth
The junkie
is the man who bleeds
The pound
was on the stick
There once
was a boy from Hong Kong
The sun at
setting sups its last sejours
The weaver
sits and spoils his wand
Vale ! and
roncan ..
meddle meddle
When your
blues get the
bite on you
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