Xaipe: Seventy-One Poems
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when my love comes to see me it’s just a little like music,a little more like curving colour(sa… orange) against silence,or darkn…
purer than purest pure whisper of a whisper so(big with innocence) forgivingly a once of eager glory, no
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…
i was considering how within night’s loose sack a star’s nibbling in- fin
notice the convulsed orange inch o… perching on this silver minute of… We’ll choose the way to the forest… to you,white town whose spires sof… Will take the houseless wisping ru…
i’ll tell you a dream i had once i… a bar the bar was made of brass ha… lying on the bar it was cOOl i di… Hot and the bar was COOl
this(let’s remember)day died again… again;whose golden, crimson dooms… an oceaning abyss of orange dream larger than sky times earth:a flam… sould immemorially forevering am—
writhe and gape of tortured perspective rasp and graze of splintered normality
Take for example this: if to the colour of midnight to a more than darkness(which is myself and Paris and all things)the bright
a wind has blown the rain away and… the sky away and all the leaves aw… and the trees stand. I think i to… autumn too long (and what have y…
i like to think that on the flower you gave me when we loved the far-
the Cambridge ladies who live in f… are unbeautiful and have comfortab… (also, with the church’s protestan… daughters, unscented shapeless spi… they believe in Christ and Longfe…
Thy fingers make early flowers of all things. thy hair mostly the hours love: a smoothness which sings, saying
as is the sea marvelous from god’s hands which sent her forth to sleep upon the world and the earth withers
beyond the brittle towns asleep beyond the brittle towns asleep i look where stealing needles of f… in the last light thread the creeping shores