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I would talk
if I didn’t
can’t cut the cheese? “Or yourselves abundant.” I hope this means me
so sharpen the knife. And Calliope says, “the work is in the doing”
can’t hear the words?
Something will hit her in the divinity so right
so sing the song.
The hills sing and break at her terrible delight
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having deployed a vocabulary that constantly suggests falsification. ant jovial
wront words, Lydia. why insist? there’s time andro juice
and there’s sun and there’s green sneakers
for loping out to the street for a cigarette. jake it’s stated in bold
nothing special. nobody writing short stories this year. before the law
the houseboat foundered. fading like a planet. it will take time and tempo
even the Pop songs are dislocated nothing but pop
the next time Murph plays them. to put pieces of money
even the radios smoke with hypnagogia.
a kind of daylight waking diaspora for their boon jinx
sarcastic absence. house under a tree violate bond
and under a tree the house was built. vitiate bong
make grass as soft as smoke again.
sounds as significant as S-O-S in the common, together in a blender
seeping alarm to those girls with plastic sandals. sounds about the same
if you’ve got nothing but sweat
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“this has got to be beautiful, Lydia. got to be beautiful.” electric guitar in hemoglobin
huge cookies. this has got to be brownish light
on greyish asphalt stretched into streets boring jeunes
of a lazy city. none work but all wear perfume. born joven
“you’ll find out what this means, Lydia, after the poem’s over.” abort young
you think grass indulges in aesthetic indictments
during the seven-o’clock hour? “this has got to be prisming central sphere of noise
something you like. something in Paris. that’s where
stories naturally begin.” so what did this mean?