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Looped, strung, spring & tool, you
might remove this clot of terms.
name, air of these signs, decorous
and pool the day, hear no words,
then, and lie asleep & done. Foam.
Loop arise this turn return, eye
of & charged-in, filled in and
roomed; a picture, cleaned, claimed.
Yellow has the day, air of: climb.
push to gain, or clear the sheds to
loom arrive spun at thirst & claw,
or spilled out, filled over ascribe,
to reef the clean pairs, skipped
at foam & term, the girl reefs.
She sleeps again, up there, snowed
out, her hands willing, perhaps,
and greased up, recalled by duty
and death, perhaps, awaited,
to clear these rhymes & picture acts
as verbs named by choice, the Rope
will beat you off or down, and
in, then, where we wrestle out.
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Chanced, rolled & taken out
to lunch and split across,
bread and butter & butter-in
the line & said, spoke, or
how it works, then, on your
knees and greased, cleaned,
to force or lead: You might
regain your favor & hear
a voice permit, to lead or
rope this road away to
score & term, oozed removed.
Well, we slide through a
term of knowing, words are
thrown about. I'll get you
down, I said, and rise to
sing these signs. Loafed,
noodle to air and reamed
at the heart's turn & split,
there, opened aswim stirs
to fold it back, covered, a
room a light another, &
light's game is also love.
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Loop along this room returns to
see asleep begun then sprung
to life & seen again the same
way said or spoke, anew or
moved then, term & song, to
reef and climb these airs
as flight the spin of, song
of life's beginning, the same
way said, then, behold or ship
the moon is new, too, and full,
now, at the edge of time's pool,
reamed in to acts & messages
of green scores: Song or term
this moon belongs again to
some specific openings of light,
seeded into life, or cooled on
to these colors of speech, clue,
mark, spool of roofed play.
nets & skins, the words of love,
and your own holes, opened
by some single sun, outburst of
life's name, love's angle, in.
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Loop & spin & in the clarity of
acts, another sign regains, &
turned out, alone, then, where the
pieces fell-to & slipped, they are
These presences of time's light, hand
along the way and in upon her
names, among some dreams and
sent, begun to spur & sharp the
edge: Scooped, benign, formal &
resigned, score deep & fallow, a
roof designed or split, love's touch
sinks, we are made to fly, then,
a designation of mood & shape,
I'll open you, looped, to foal
some rhyme, nor obstinate and
new cravings, inhabit the air
so slide a tune or time, there,
and wait await some loss
Is nothing new, the simplicity of
the age is partial, both bowls
broken, you might return & stay,
love's willing heart, cleansed.
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Termed new, her face might be
long or wide, stalked, rolled over.
and slung sadly, side to sun, a
song or pool, there, sung to
some random generals, pooled out
from single forms begun astir.
Slip awake & do. Your head is
also full, knocked-out and met,
the eyes are, and pooled up, or
spun. Another room and careful.
but fold out and see, song &
sign, at ease to play it through,
song, line, ear the day, loop
to curl, love's angular dens
-ity, at air & wedge to heart,
love's rush & shore, but
hold, a day away & climbed
out or line, a cool foam
persists and fills her body,
floats the time to sending.
You are, I see, and open
to some hearing, word-word.
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Term of, life of, full & trim,
or pooled toward light, from
some point at center & song,
to rise arise as food this eye
of seen things resounded outer
from some distance at the verge,
toward life's new friend, or name,
uttered at this darkness to
loom arrive and stay the same
and moods are made alive by
strength. Powered-out to sea-
set & rock-pound, leaf &
tune, the air holds throughout
revolved, vocabulary& time,
roped, at, force & term, the way
obtrudes, becomes, pulse & term,
the uneven vision of these roofs.
you are, this new becoming of
roots & peals. Grown out at last
to some lasting in of air
& time, return, these loops
resolve & close, again, stop.
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Give, then, these energies their
play at hand, to send them
on their way, you would tell
her, then, what to do and
when, these ways unite us at
our glands, to permit some
seeing, trance & dance, that we
are also new and termed
to pleasure's knowing, and out
of darkness moved to hold
this time between her eyes
a spot, and driven down,
then, terminal of hot senses
rised throughout to spend
yr time & hold away these
rooms of doubt : time's own
lungs are stretched to green
distances, her hands are
also wet & colored by the
way : fold, fresh, an open
door, and wide, legs apart
and handy, shown, blown aside.
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Remind of pleasure, passage to due
occasion of respect, the sight, bent
from loose belongs as peeled warps
to wedge in and hang the rest,
or fools are easy duties and the
way of pleasure toucht, self to
self, her charges laid behind, on
her knees before you, seen
like a penetrated pear and
roofed around by yelling, at
these simple domains of words
cast into the queen's own
body, she might return into
the ropes we have tied for
her belonging, kinked to tough
resolutions, a contract of
fantasies made from this elec
-tricity of the body's heart
and song, or pushed & strung,
out and outer, but inside, a
tube is seeded, light to light,
the earth, foaled, charged, now.
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And turns returns this air
of red and yellow traveled
horse and rider, at your feet
this mood pretends the rose
is pieced and strewn between
her eyes, a spot and term
of begun days outshorn by
some review of airs and
tempos throughout between along
the day is also termed away
ahold, again. Below among
& shorn up, bestrid, swarm
of nouns these powers from
without are also new re-
gained again throughout besides
and heaved around, then,
at these airs stung to name
or moved, and alone, of course,
along, the way and met, a
course is made, then set, to
hold her blue distances away
and termed, thought, also, to.
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Another call does not arrive the dream
into settling forth, but claims this
business of doubt & time, where only
these cycles permit vision & review
into their calm patterns. Milk this
stem; crawl woodenly through-
out these airs removed & term a
line throughout, hair and tone, a
greased slot to spur & turn, in-
side out the side way to begin,
or cool your palms to rub this
pole & drink my sap. Opened,
your ear subsides to heat and
foam, the stalk of corn is
ready, and our new ceremonies
of the body are dreamed
out to say, now, and come
fast, bounce your legs a
parting of your lips to fold
them back handily and slip
it in, wooden and strong, a
light seed, your fresh tubes.
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Seen, slipped along your groove
a light touch surprised, then driven
in behind, atimes, recall: come, then,
between your sighs, into this
light, and hold the time away, a
simple term, that these styles of
release are storage : another power
fills the pools and claims the bed.
or are you that simple? Named
as far away these routines are
practiced, display and form, my
face between your legs. Loop.
Plant me in, and write another
letter, carry your own horn deep,
and give my eye your pleasure,
but name this voice either, me
or you, it makes no difference, to
play this loom without hair, shorn,
your cheeks are simpler than
you think, opened by some friend,
rodded out, peeled back. A mask
subsides to making, and made, worn.
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We mark this term throughout,
the same, and how we see
each other, eye to eye, and now
begun to speak, yr story has
a kernel in it already, I would
lay it in your body, this spear
of long urgencies has some heat
formed along the terms are
full to speak, the firm is opened
into your body to heare some
telling out to out, and then
peal a day to speak, you
and you, my own heat
has these marks removed, &
any honest setting forth is
in this being clear about the
term, spoke to spoke, and painted.
But leave aloof to claim the
day our own, & skip the way
to some begetting, child &
child, cool, your day is, &
set, up to see, thrust, swirled.
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And clear, too, in what is new
to be the same, and familiar,
thrust through claim & term, you
are, then, another eye, & seen,
but, friend, inhabit me, name to
name and pass on in to say
there is no scene, but bounded, heart
at edge & swimming, throughout,
and protected, or signed, then, at
the verge, stair, pool, into some
heat decides to play on your lines
fold at fold, and then yields
to meeting; rather than plunging
into someone, the specific person
might be seen, for uses claimed
certainly, and number one, clear,
through into seeming, or permit
to clear celebrations, and on
my time along-along-among and
eagle, the same, masked and
herded, where the lake lives, or
at the edge, it was you, and is.
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We are opened, then, ahead behind,
or turned, salamander, head
and tail between her eyes, a
spot to tongue, if that's the
way, or held below the sea, some
sweeping back of arms, tressed.
yr voice would be quiet and me
my own, to pass this line and
turn the same way out, along
the line and met, your own
people, but slipped, a pear, wedge
and line, and then yielded,
perhaps, to stay the same
again, and slow slow, take
her easy, to give these cool
eyes some songs & sails and
lead them deeply into deepness
at the pool's term & turn
again, and then marked, the
desert, or secret, you might
be that, and opened, flapped
back, your lips, come on in.
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Plane : flown, and throughout, to
spear limb to fork, and in
-side some grown forms, along
to speak, then at set and stir, I
hung a door, to sleep inside these
energies, then, and pool the air.
hear then how we make these airs
renew to fold aside the moon
is also termed to flow along &
term the map, mode, poem at
line & word, the flaps & pillows
drawn aside as fleshed &
marked : mountain & moon, you
are still still, and bounced at
these rooms your eyes are new
to watch my heart, or trust
a few to be themselves, motive,
your loops are charged out
and strung toward their own
parts. Blue bodies fathomed
toward steam, roped, spread
aside, opened. Body. Spear.
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I imagine, then, the pleasures of
her return, rubbed myself into
her mouth, or gave it play at
evening. The old car leans on in
his driveway : loop to turn a term
is made and set. These ropes
of sense, and seen inside your
time, a place to seem to be the
same way sending, vibrating, tubed
a fleshy transmission in the
air, and scientific, out thrown
sperm of pleasure's air, a
pool of light begins the heart's
way of sending, and roofed, at
rain and song betimes this new
unhesitating thrust, claim to claim,
and you are, of course, imagining
the same, and, mountain flower,
Canada goose, television becomes
itself in gray residues of light,
but love's name is thorough, and
energy grows these seeds of life.
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Time's term, aloft, pinned-out,
the wild bird flies, smaller
yet, & lower down, a man
digs in, contrary, flaps &
soars, a name, her eye tossed,
wave eye tosst, loop elapse,
her face masked by pleasure's
vacancy & perpetual re
-lease of tension, or urgency,
"present time" you called
it, or me, or us. And termed
along, and spoke, tempo of
utterance. Regard. The pool &
clime, bricks from Mexico, or
set-set, one against the other,
arched, I'd rather bow you
to, and pull my arrow in upon
in there is the flash of
light's bright beginning, set &
set, these : I saw yr face
there, lighted from within, and
made this charge resound upward.
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Termed to loop, again, the land
landed, corn to your eye, and
bread, insertion and maze, told:
foreplay of the heart's mind, in
some multiplied relations, where
there is no confusion with the one,
or loop regained, rewind to spool a
thorn, you pick them up and
shuffle, foot to foot, she gave me
the chicken-foot & I told my name
story. But, squat, you might abide
in pleasure, if that is who you are,
and in these imaginings are there
overt acts, moved to prose, even,
on a day like this, or mixed, the
lines and times. Spurt these juices
daily, twice, and drink me, seed
yr tubes with light and
get your finer in, ringed, a
solitary muscle, one eye winked.
ravel-unravel, and in becoming
one act, art this story well
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Moved, then, upward to tones remind.
you are, then, and holding-to
these dragons are permissive a
goal of warm terms. And embrace
them, sisters, all is worn around
the eyes, and love's gates are
warm, too, today, at cloud &
sink, who we are between
allowances, and driven skillfully
about, a delicate matter, you
two, and how to hold her
both ways again, both lose
and children scattered to
their posts and dreams. Well,
she might ride these waves
along the highway and roof
the moon, even, it is a break
-out of light, a truck low
rumbling toward love's name,
the room, and won, there,
the house decides to speak
and does, standing at the edge.
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At the edge, again; she swims.
but swim around, even
into seeming porches, often
received, pooled, spent to
term. Swift or new, your
heat submits, sides new
airs resembled and thorough.
pooled, then, as light's
own signifying, line to line,
that there is a place, to
root & rest, revive the life
I made among my lessons.
dream, then, and roam
this highway home, at
fire & child returned along
and met, these types of
persons, masked by the day
or covered into being by
anything, and new, too,
begun or foamed. Line and
cone, the book is opened, a
learning of the marks & loops.
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And I see, at dawn, that you
spread open, and play it up &
on, something to laugh at, this.
and here, alone, the way means
here & this, and no others,
they are they, and flown, I
saw them go along, reading a
personal dominion. Do your
daily duty. Hop this light plat
-form & slide your ropes aside.
no, nothing admits to pressure,
and the hot edge of spring
has slipped me by, at last;
no touch to images, images
do not touch, but slip away,
termed privately, at least,
and written for myself, a
meditative retirement, but
with crossed purposes, how can
I dig your ass, driving, the
way I am, downhill. Dream-
ing, anyway, that it might work.
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Turn re:turn, at dawn, you could
ride me, half asleep, yr coming
bounces. Adrift, this slowness is a
stone, but rolled undreamed to
this fresh air of noon. And blown,
these eggs are packed away
and steamed body's large heart
and unremitting waves are close:
stir your juices by hand, astrid
the blue pole, heaved over
backwards and slipped aside,
your openings greased and
turned around, back to back.
but held, your heart's edges
are buttocks & the center of
willingness erect & hard,
pushed & stung, mirrored to
these shallow drifts of acts.
wait, then, recipients of losses &
possessors of solitude, a hard
string follows in & sprays yr
tubes, lighted, seeds are eggs.
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Mouth's image, tongue, and open
the door to light beginning to
prosper, spread back and sung,
another newer bounce, if you've
learned yr time & practiced, see
-ing, each other over board & bed,
or swings her back & has her
get one off herself before coming
back to him, sees this elementary
display & jerks her off, turns
her around, drives in behind, but
lays these seeds down her
throat, sequence of song, tongue
of acts, and roomed, rhymed,
we are exhausted : I await your
new body, queen & prism, a
fresh-flesh cunt, and mine, too,
to watch & play, and loom re
-move this air of deepness, to
survive into beginning & pleasure.
sustained by the will to act, an
episode enactment, and soon, sausage!
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Tightened rings, loosed to acts,
revoke & pool, release, calm.
mode to sleep, or your body's air
of healing, that you might like it
down behind this way of being the
same : practised some by other
seas, inert then pushed to life, a
new term to slip aside your
cheeks and in the tunnel, over
your shoulders, held by her
ears, a tight throat, bird like
the worm drums down & clears
the song again. Daily dues more
often to drive the day away,
and rested less than that to
push terminal & loop, eased
inside the moon is new you
are coming again, I know, the
rooms are ready, and no more
terms removed. A steady juice,
and flown, eagle to turn, reefed
pretty ass, and come on home, in.
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Life's term of light regained, and
driven new to pool this lease of
time and memory: blown aside and
firm, the room glows uncertainly
or incomplete. Skipped blue airs and
revolve away to sound sound, or
skipped and pooled, a lease of light
to term or spell the way ahead
is new, too, and wrapt, skinned
and riven, but ample, full and
turned, out, into being one song
and line, body's light of particular
acts, one upon the other they are,
and the same, as father and
seed, as mother and egg, this
unity of forms subsides to air,
too, and returned, we are, to
the year's soil, and left
aside,: one heart's song become
these words are days again,
and told, the city of its fathers,
blood won and strong, aligned!
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Looped to term & roomed around
aside & spun, moved through
-out the line; told & marked,
then, at fragile distances
to speak this rough terminal
of doubt released, or seeded
up your spine, inched in &
pushed, a hard tongue of
light. Speed, and time's remove,
then, at juncture's lawn of,
link of, eases down, her
throat, his muscle, dodge.
but opened out to dawn or
other, and then spooled, a
spot beside the road, and
jerk her off again, and
make this highway easy, or
eastern, a week away, and
roughed her cheeks aside,
pulled away to see her
rings of flesh opening: corn
this rope along your slots.
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Called in from light begun or
termed anew, and learned-out
a fathom of pools & crevices
then, dived and clued, you
are, in some dying off of face
and name there is a becoming
and pressure : life's distances
recalled a drama and nest:
day at start and film, yr
blue bottom up & over, a
head of this summer and its
loose bananas, facsimile imprint.
floating on top of flying a
new eagle seen aflap to
storm this riding out of gloom.
you are, as set & stir, as
chose or drawn, and along the
way, yr heart, disarray or spoon,
and then loosed, toward and
houses, wattled, even, into
these openings in her body,
the eagle sees his sons arrive.
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Termed aloft, or rising, day of
and particular, spun toward
the moon's resemblances of doubt,
then, and passion's claims are below.
strung out on love : energy from the
air transformed by time. Roof the
mark and spin aloft to see & claim
her as name & term to heal these
divisions of the heart, again, trance
and dance and drum. Sun to
lawn, you are, and left among
your sentences, at rain's beating
through of love's perpetual glow
of acts. Skipped-out, the throne
of bed and room is declined to
house and work, but built at
a verging of lines between her
eyes, a spot regained and love
at the moment throughout these
simple claims, where there are
none, and made, joy's dispersion
from rain begun at sun & word.
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And seen, these airs promote to
stem & song arise, eyes, at
your close heart, yellowbud, firm
my wife, from your own north
is spoken : and loom to loop, you
are truly mine, now, and made at
this patience of seasons is not
harmed but leaped out, one to
one is also the same being in the
light of this beginning from the
darkness of the year of our lives
as some full air trembles our
time and intersection. Crossed, a
light ravels these mountings to
some slight distinction. Eyes;
they have burned at me more
than once, now, I have burned
them into this remembering who
I am, eagle, and another day
Yellowbud comes back soon
enough, as the silence of the
bridge falls back, then, us.
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The same song, then, rising through
yr body's eye, or thrust to touch,
the way of eases permit to form
this loop lighted from the walls
to match this leap-leafed grown
of air and light, mooned around a
warm term aligned, by shape &
time's moving to & to, then, and
strange, to set away and hold,
sky of lines remove and set,
pool remote yr love begins to
sluice or wait, pushed, alert,
the room, too, glows away alive
remote to tell, and square,
away and driven, or held, at
the edge or seen, there, roofed
by cool pleasures at names are bent,
then, to meet your own fool,
in the garden's nests made clean,
and walled outside another day
is clearing out to skip throughout
another sleep awakes, driven, here.
Book VI
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Stay, then, heart, at the center of
acts, and hold this way opened
and particular: Static airs cleanse
blue rooms away & mark yr voice
as spoke, one, and named, her time
is thrown open, too, as some light
begun and spread apart, the earth's
own name as word or pool, and
loomed among newer distances of
time and again the roof separates:
charged out, flung in, but held
to term & song, we are solid
and remaining where we are the
same way sending the others
away-alone, and waiting, then,
friend, for some returning of
these looms, erased but seen to
leap out-leaped the shore
of the season, flowered out into
the world we are already
looped around again the day
and then the day, measured, thus!
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Eyes across the water, between
her eyes, a spot, wooden, entered.
and your time, overthrown, it is in
these attributes of self & song
we initiate to presence this term
begun again to hold, thrust, alert,
wave to wave aloft & sudden, &
water crossed toward some seldom
offers, then, to move throughout this
pole & climb at houses flung
her doors apart & risen, morning,
split the day away: You went
once too often and stayed too
long to last these hours are
made of single acts seen one to
one it does not matter, then,
poet, man or bird, father or seed,
we are still still and keeping the
sacred monuments open, horn & gong,
and do not argue, the rope &
poem will subside and then arrive,
to close the air and open the day.
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Where, then, at the bridge, I
am not relaxed. Waiting to
ease myself into our life and
this error of wills, let them out
at last, and have us simpler,
unpretending, my heart, sometimes
this heat permits lesion & throng,
but plasters out woolen & new,
an unprofound sentencing of airs.
I love you. Then these wars
begin and hurt our joy. Let
us find our time, it is so good
between us, come down the road
and suck my cock again, give
us those long nights we dreamed
and were too shy for. Under
-scored by "family," left alone
wthout one; changed, I am, &
my own way, alone. We'll meet
half-way, then, and below the
moon your heart, meeting in our
being together, make us new.
253
Left alone, then, we imagine the rest.
go, then, at this sweep of hearts
and looms aloft yr eyes are here
and seen as life's own timing.
or alert, your spoon is handled,
mine necked-out, a chain around
these terms for acts; but do not
wait again to hope for newness.
the old submits and roams down
the alley, finger, in. Dance into
these rooms and spring the lay
of Friday's good and plenty from
between your legs, a spot and
flapped open, a hole, and
tubes are wet, my pole will
stream your heart aloft, shore
and parting, these waves crept
in rhythms of electricity, charged,
storage of life's crossroads, and
up the spine, pivotal bouncing of
hips and hands, music, music,
and spun, aloft, light, seen.
254
Day of, day before, eyes loom
across the court, and shine
alive the face between her
two eyes uncrossed and a
parting of waves tossed alert
this dream of being the same:
her hand is pleasure. Her eyes
are shining. Her knees are open.
seed this earth of time's own
name and spread yr way
into this one act of love's
beginning in the heart, light's
own meeting, and gentle, you
are yellowbud and sent, to
show this pass from mountains
sent alert become begin and
comes, unwrapt, into the
lighted shower, to come there,
too, as wept or held, returned,
symptom of morning smoke,
and sung, throat & tongue, to
see your eye belong & termed.
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Hear, heart, how yellowbud approaches.
and where we are met, some radiance
from between our lines, the wild goose
draws near, and holds along the time.
meeting of green and yellow. Terms are
set, as grace permits progress to unfold.
and the way, then, even of our passion,
is to greater pleasures grown more
private, our functioning made dual
even to flight and vision, two in one.
and the mysteries of our bodies together,
where the seeds and juices fall to
love and light's new trembling, shy &
personal, it is this perfect marriage
we inhabit by our willingness, even, to
have been so mad and gentle, all
at once, confident of love's power to
win us over the fall we had to
make together. And for you, Yellowbud,
and for me, then, for us together have
I made these changes in myself forever
and waited here patiently for your eyes.
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"I will be inside you tonight," phones.
Your dream came slowly upon me, upright.
thighs apart, you flow juices on me, eye
of your finger in the ring, pleasure
face, eagle's Yellowbud astride the pole
to get off and then get on, and on
we are, heart, pole of your flesh
she comes again, or in the car, to
see beside the stream, how she plays
her song & shows her eyes, you'll
read this, and further on, dressed
to be my pleasure, you'll know my
seeds, and have them, Yellowbud,
as your own, sons they are, to me.
put your finger in, and say my
name, ours, "Eagle," ah, and sing
these days we have before us, long
along the highway, smoke and oil
for our bodies, the music and seeing
the openings in the Queen's own
Body as my own, yes, you are,
inside me, and when you touch...
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And termed, edge, upward, our
light time is constant, bodied forth.
your way, yellowbud, the heart belongs
and stays to hold. We are, then,
creatures of the time, and belong together,
stuck or uncoupled, but close by this
measuring of the changes we have
made to our very passion : decisions
have the weight of pleasure, too,
and lead us toward our house
and mountain, our two pools pledged,
apart no more, thrust toward
our choice, gentle one, of emptiness
together, and we are grown into
it, this peace of touching, song
and scene, at junctures thrust
again, the pole & stare, lake and
lake, the shore of the heart's
wandering tides unwrapped at last,
and last, you have your pleasure,
too, and it is mine, too, to have you
here, and mine, to be your man.
258
Yellowbud comes again. On the road
you could listen to the se words : you
can share my energy by giving me your
special pleasure. Should I give you
these street words? "Jerk off, will you?"
or shall the horse stand between us
as our signal, each to each, that
the jar is open, the lights are on
and you should do your work so
I can see this face of yours in
its smiling. Slow, now, heart, she hears
you, says yes. Surely these dark
priests have said their spells over
our love and made energy and
light out of our play, and in the
alchemy of our mysteries of the body
there are reports to make across
the bed. Horse and rider, how you
climb the pole and ride me. Dance,
Yellowbud, in our smoke and music,
shake your hips, wear our sausage
and give a shot of pleasure. Eat me.
259
Returned, you are, to these physical
mantrum, song bodied forth, by yr hands,
and lighted, my heart, from yellowbud's
flesh and touch, and again seen.
the boundaries of "tactful reserve," &
freaking-out, sleep, this two month
dialog with dark masters of death
and love. Enlarged, my capacities
for energy. And, heart, yr yellowbud
is now inside this zone of mail.
Zipped. "One pushes upward into an
empty city." The south of life,
the red telephone & rain. Grease.
our life has these edges, again,
and here you are, at the center
of our term, mark & pole, seed
and egg, the year turned out to
love, and made again, to hear the
doors flush open once again, open
yr flower, heart, the war is over
and this "meeting of green &
yellow" continues to grow its fruits.
260
Light's term, anew, regained. Loop re
-turned throughout the time's own
leaning; aligned, love's moves, particle
& song, & met thus, two in one, then.
heaved, toward love resembled, or met,
into moving, yellowbud's ears, mood.
or, left away recall center & act,
pool of & named, heart, the world,
as arc and at, the house is mud, too,
yr room is lofted on the center pole.
naked, at the sun, and standing up,
down here on the line, at the last
moment, it wd seem, creating this
order of happiness & by simply
standing up. Loop regained, snake tail
to teeth, season of renewal & trial.
and met, will, "to risk one's life"
in following. The book rules, too.
eye of your open flower, plumbed,
light, your tubes are seeded, in
these children mated, wived &
flown, eagles all, flown, the sky.
261
Pinnacle rewind, folded, flown at
the air and moved, again, toward
the rooms of light, particular and calm,
to name the air of day's songs are
new, too, at another juncture, heart
unknown boundary relieved and
termed, love's names decided, here
and marked out along the
sun remembered, loose or flown
through the day, high or peeled,
along the middle & stay the same,
your heart pretends, now, to hear
the way. Reefed-out, sled or pool.
love is no anchor, reeling firm to
rooms of air : or, heart, your
voices edge the day, spool and
mark remained at outer positions,
and formed around the light
begun anew. Remember, then, your
meditations. Control or pattern,
trial of new airs and not so
very new at all, loved, yellowbud.
262
Formed, along and turned, love's
airs recalled and new, but easy
how she leaps & holds, here, where
it is too close. But the house
waits to be built, and will, a
verb and noun, poled-out her
rear is entered, sprayed & left,
it is possible, then, to hear
light's seeding, a call for
practice. But hold, and no
uncertainty beckons off afar as
we hold to what is proper,
and spin aloft, storm and
toss this ripe pinnacle of
airs are new, or met, continues
to be the same. Your ears
subside and it is the body's
work to mellow-out these scenes
are viewed, reviewed and hold
assigned to firm the pole and
star, reef of, clarity, song &
term, marked, aloft, spun.
263
Or spared abroad, the way of the flesh
and heart of love's origins in the time
of plants. The air belongs, too, to the wind
and holds to term aloft, again, and
roomed alert to spell this breaking of
the horse, and how she sleeps the
day, dreamed, perhaps, yellowbud , into some
becoming, or leaving, even, but profuse,
or even as "the writing's better," does
that not also reflect the time and
place of the life underway at hand,
even, or lighted by yr candle,
and beaten down to the ground,
and alert to sacrifices & survivals
of the spirit. I do not know, but
hold along the edges to my will,
if there is a name proper to the
beating of these seas & shores inside
your rooms of pleasure. And white
walls, our house, subside to dreams
and down here at the end of things,
only love defeats these roaring waves.
264
Again, eyes across the water, we vanish
into our soil & spin rotating at the way.
or into your heart's pain you are alone
and met at this bridge and song, one.
No doubled outer other, and love's eye
stays alert and particular. Home to light.
the mud has softened our hearts, too, &
pushed this life along, both eyes the same.
and hold, yellowbud, grow your wings
fortunately, match the day, wife & dream.
uprised throughout death's delay, submit
these lives again, this love belongs to us
pulled among our hesitations, words to
meet the pain, but sung responding at
our tearing hearts, spun to green &
yellow, or met at the mountain's center
of detail. Loop regained, snaked, yr term
is full & borne, but goes throughout
life's fragile eloquence recalls white
beauty spilling from your being into
mine, our children grown & flown
and into this particular day, success!
265
Loop regained recalled from form
and term, alert yr flow of air
to skip this pool & claim, room of
light beginnings in the eyes,
told and spent, then, held affirm
to slip sleep rotating your love
is lime and particle, terms are
elapsed to send them home, a
new strain of cool loafs. But, heart,
words begin to leave and the way
is known, pushing leaf by leaf to
erode the day and carry time's
arrows arised at posts away the
house as built or roofed, some
white mud and air removed at
tables and their ways of cool
beginnings, attached like this moon
is made alive and well to hold
hold and move, young arts below,
and tight, more than that, along
your days are mine, too, and not
imagined where we are at work.
266
Termed aloft anew regained
to recall & time, day of colors
in some magnificence, or forgetting
eye to field this lesser density of
tone, and edge away yr favors are
pulled away, and organized for
ever at yr center, and white this
term of beauty, spilled, your being,
into my beginning, and called along,
you are, to verge this love to seed
and song. The sun emits pleasure
and holds the heart close and closer.
peel, light to, beginning of life's
fruitful claim, pointed, then, at grace
to see or seen, child of, son of,
my own, arrived inside my bodies,
or where we are caused, then, father
of light begun, and eagle crossed,
to heave other outer, and blue balloons
bright, thrust from the center of
monuments, this day revives some
tight trails, heart, yellowbud. Stem.
267
Loop regained, along-among, of
this light-to and held, the tree
is rooted, an eagle nested in its
brim & span. You are, then, and
spoke, this day and met, love's eye
tossed alert and thorough, inclined
by her blue waves, the height is
told, air upon air of light's calm
or destiny, and blown throughout a
terminal lasts, her mouth opened
and spoke, suns are crossed ascendant,
where particles resound outer and
outer, lapsed to moves her winter
song has flown me by and turned
these days inside-out, loafed, a
noodle, air. Past parts sent to loop
alert become your noon of airs at
the road bent from nestling
cushions, a meeting of green and
yellow, another change is buried
within this seed, of move and pain,
and your heart, yellowbud, is gone.
268
The day of my life, yellowbud,
and turned upside up, there
are these signs left everywhere, in
both our houses, that our love is
strong and practical, and only awaits
the movement of the man into a
sphere of tranquility and independence.
open, the book says, your mouth,
and eat this life alive, green and
yellow we are : love is no anchor
to the heart, yet, and we are
all alive and well : but in heal
-ing, flower, the heart should become
empty. Love's anchor is the empty
heart. Well, we're all waiting, these
limitations gall me, too. The slow
circuitry of life between us,
our traceries of light. And
read aloud, you were, last
night, given to the butterfly
dance. I read a few of the
worst, too. Loved, arise, top.
269
New airs profound and gentle, the horse
is riding through the waves. Her eyes
uncrossed throughout the same way
sending. In our events, heart, day to
day, I am reaching out for yellowbud
engrossed alive your heart's farewell,
and drawing these threads together, net.
or your voice along the wire road,
meeting me on the mountain, nested
in to resting for your preparation into
my world at last, even emptied of
love in your own flying out, spirit
and mood, collapsed at last to rest
regained and moved throughout the
same, we are crossed at destiny
these blue beginnings, arrive, heart,
out of disaster, in no hospital but the
mind and in no death but light's
opening of the way. Retrieve, then, at
loop and song, you are, learning the
difference between being together
or not. Eagle's made but once, heart.
270
Called around the air today, & quit
claiming on the past parts away.
but you called, too, crying in the
phone booth, butterfly, about house
and garden. "before completion," and
goes along the line outside out this
feeling around these sunny days for
the handles of the casket, and then
looping down mix & mix for an
eagle to fly along beside me
in this ear of soups, again, and
Spoke from side to side, or wheeled
around the corner. You speak. &
then the birds fly around my
ears again, a center of beginnings
unwrapt to seal these lines &
terms at last, contact, contract, a
spot, foal, between your hearts,
and hard on in to slip your lays
away and make the rest sting
and sing again, her hair turned out.
spool. Heart & song, moved, day of.
271
The course we take, away from another
gathering, not only solitude and turned
out. The road, butterfly, tingles with
the pressure of our lives mingled, and
difficulty should give way into our own
privacies. Holding on, heart, to what
is purely true, and the way is seen as
something clear, moved throughout, in love's
song made to vibrate. Will it pull together?
this excess of pushing gently. Wait, hold,
grow our skins along-among. Despair
resembles quiet, and our phone calls
might keep love open. I don't know.
but at the middle, here, we are
watching closely to what goes by, and
even now, where there is finally so
little to hope for, we are not letting
go, but closing our eyes and pressing
will to will at the happy ending. Well,
we might survive into what we
want, butterfly : light, song, love,
Unwound unseen beside the river turned.
272
And held, firm, among what is small,
today, enduring through these marks.
light, then, and no image of your body,
but the imprint of acts left inside,
and worked out, here, nothing is split
off, but, bird, a message about
flight, and love : and nestled, at these
feet & mountains, your mountain
thunders off & hears the time, a
mark among the plunging terms.
and turned along, to hold among
this lowly time at eye & hand, to
feed this body not alone, but
left like emptiness to build a
way along the threads, looped to
green and yellow moods, and
thrust cool to laps alert, held
Your blue bottom, stroked, entered.
but where there is making to be
weighed, listen, the advice you
get is meant well, but leaves
The heart aside. Heart, submit.
273
My eggs laid, scattered but not
spent away, in this storm & pool.
your light formed around the eyes,
way & song aloft these terms
looped along the airs resembled.
time, then, to cool these straws
and stone by stone, a love arise.
a life, too, bird, to pull to
-gether in our stillness, small
matters and the great man
seen, pool & stem, he stalks
yr game, and down the days,
this acid sea foams yr legs
are wings, butterfly, to flap
around my waist and hold
no dream at all, but walk
-ing dune & charm & line, pole
of new beginning, and at the
start, impossible, perhaps, but
this ease permits yr trailer.
eagle at his city, and moved
throughout and leap these clouds...
274
And seen, atop, of storm or line,
heart, yr term and song alive
and well, storage, emptying of
rage as spoken afar to leap
off, anew regains to bread & air.
and grounded, then, to sleep &
foal again, butterfly, as these
roads converge at some close
distance of seasons, as apart
we have some nests and lees.
you are, then, and that's enough,
to be some turn & straw.
buried out of sense. Mountain
and top, the line along
the way is changed, moved
and following the time, to
stand atop the gate, as
turtles do, in shifting an
entire set, ruled and perfect;
but said, again, this day
revives the dream, and work
too, we'll set these stones together.
275
Love the bone, butterfly, to take
care of your self, this final corner of
abstractions relieves to term and
your blue bottom, a pear of some
delicacy renewed to pool & line, I'll
make some balancing in the air
of our beginning, and begun, emerged
from death's cool shapes to see
and hold along the line, at airs
sent to speak out and outer,
but reduced at poles clipp't or
framed down the hill at tree
and moon to spin alert beheld,
this love is in & sung to claim
our space as moved, astir along
to spread out and hold and
clean your ears, I'll sing us in
-to white rooms again we've
passed the apprentice of darkness
and now we have the day to
make a line at love's heart &
door, at last, at one begun, to.
276
Set out, then, into what is there:
pool, claim, mark, term, set.
aloft, the way is firm, endured
but along to make a place my
own moving, then to join the line
and eye, you are : spoke, at.
words set to the heart. Followed
day by day to ease the path to
another sureness, the same and
not identical, what we have
traded against the night, or
touched and found the light
at love's center. Bold or tuned
out, spear and room, you are
these names again to fold them
on and peel off. But there
it is, made to wait again for
the inevitable heart as said
to promise : at intersect, blue
and red again, and mixed
like mud walls, treed, nested,
move these airs to mark, on.
277 Gorky's childhood
Looped again, child of the way,
and left along these trails and
makes a mark from lines thrown, the
rye & listens, listens : the men
descend, separate, paths of life crossed
uncrossed, face of a blind man &
the man of powders, but a child to
seek another time, trods out into
the meadow a long look back, &
our terms regained again from
light these women hold the time, too,
and play it out throughout another
air is left to hear & tell these
stories, he did not hide his future
in this presence of festivals where
they have their books alert to
term or spell, the mouse in the bottle
the food shimmering through the cloth
and light white filmed at eye &
line. Song, then, butterfly, looped
regained & termed, foal at charge,
your heart has broken through again.
278
Your face alert alive the bird
around our town has appeared.
free & true, between times away
and held out, we are alert
and moved throughout your heart
and holds the day alive to come
again retrieve to light the house
is slowly growing right to right
and love. Clothed in light before
our way to the mountain, &
waiting here to hear yr words
tonight, at pool & term, of
new airs resembled outer at
some sentencing, affirmed to
mood or mark & spent a day
is long enough transformed
from law to heart the same
rules at yr gentle ways
and arrive to make our life
draw around and hold. And
you, butterfly, to hear these lines
at love's permission. Loop regained.
279
And in this, body, we are come
around to stop here, and rest.
our own stillness is the center of the
world, there is no other place.
I’ll come up the road one last time,
send myself home along the long way.
love's day begins here, heart, and
we'll make some houses ring with
love; but oh these days are too long,
and I've had enough forever.
let me have your face before
me all the time, your clean body
in my arms, I'll sing between
your legs, touch your shaved
places tenderly again and then
again because I love you.
Let's go on, then, babe, and
find a house, a piece of
ground to lie on together
and see my sons arrive
around us, sacred life we
live. Begin us, god, again.