Xaipe: Seventy-One Poems
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if there are any heavens my mother… one. It will not be a pansy heaven… a fragile heaven of lilies-of-the-… it will be a heaven of blackred ro… my father will be(deep like a rose
Thy fingers make early flowers of all things. thy hair mostly the hours love: a smoothness which sings,saying
hist whist little ghostthings tip-toe twinkle-toe little twitchy
my mind is a big hunk of irrevocable nothing… taste and smell and hearing and si… chipping with sharp fatal tools in an agony of sensual chisels i p…
somebody knew Lincoln somebody Xe… this man:a narrow thudding timesha… plus innocuous winking hands, care… inhabits number 1 on something str… Spring comes
my smallheaded pearshaped lady in gluey twilight moving,suddenly is three animals. The minute waist continually
and this day it was Spring….us drew lewdly the murmurous minute c… smelloftheworld. We intricately alive,cleaving the luminous stamme… (eagerly just not each other touch…
OVER silent waters day descending night ascending floods the gentle glory of the sun… In a golden greeting
the rose is dying the lips of an old man murder the petals hush
suppose Life is an old man carrying flower… young death sits in a café smiling,a piece of money held betw… his thumb and first finger
I will wade out till my thighs are steeped in burn… I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air Alive
when god lets my body be from each brave eye shall sprout a… fruit that dangles therefrom the purpled world will dance upon between my lips which did sing
hist whist little ghostthings tip—toe twinkle—toe little twitchy
my love thy hair is one kingdom the king whereof is darkness thy forehead is a flight of flower… thy head is a quick forest
why must itself up every of a park anus stick some quote statue unquo… prove that a hero equals any jerk who was afraid to dare to answer “… quote citizens unquote might other…