Use time, we apologized
the dazzling, coming face
inside the guts
operation
the big crackling roar
oxygen next
miniature sands date
metal refineries
ring capacitors
boomed at the surface
hamburger orbits
hoarse nerve
of the devil-killer
automatic
lust
Hitchhike the stars
soft fluorescent
space-fitness
on truck, clothes, much stuff
sentient over repainted
patches
wistful, in hope
you’re there, here…
I’ll be a watch… the cat light
talk waved
keep diving
ground-to-orbit-joint
absence, eyes, thoughts –
including me –
we hitchhike the stars
Engines
engines
flung
half-fused hurt
solar urge
Latin spaceman, pennies
instrument days, calmer, out
commercial side up
another natural blackout
fingers and shoulders, supposed
to join
finished
planning the fix
swaggered sunlight drives
sweating softly
some music workbench
Weekday naiveté
Weekday
pictures of the first dollars sun
bearings, moon
numbers that tower
going gallery out
slim heavily-loaded
official wild burn
griping-arguing-and-planning
two canvas-covered
himself
white
the atmosphere
flamed and unlucky
impersonal first
naiveté
Plum-full nightmares
I’d free millions upper left-hand and walls
perfect exhaled organ
backroom, what difference and blastoff
the darkness soothed
smirked lighted sorrow
eyes with the greys
part but numb
grimly sweaty phone
you drifted price and minds
ludicrous juncture
swamped sorry
plum-full nightmares
Good sky
a ride of velocity over a dreaminess too long of already
questions skipped hurrying the hall
as draped over magic piano
still sepia hands, hot space
gravity fingers
minds swaggered, fortunate thick
gone with the moonlight
white metallic
part-time compartments
stuff feral boxes
waved musing addresses
legal acid and music
strange silicone vacuum
kinetic instruments fail
troubled black sky!
good sky!
Thin eighteen
thin eighteen
wanted far
asked the beauty much
ached dispersal
considering biting hard
the elevator hand
squeak spare out
sure country
air-flasks
laughed
minus candy
wound to ceiling
blastoff fall-sick
side-kick
Coveralls
only growl lightweights
count habits
small pools
call boys
returned drums
waxy touching
cloud little flowers
feminine hissed electronics
haunting suspicions of muscles
slipped peculiar yell
vegetation
think gravity in weightlessness
down in showing rags
no extra coveralls
Pepsi Earth
horizontal fragments of adventure
sour milk
urged blue
wood-and-fabric millions
distant harmonicas
somebody’s art
backroom
change, the fragile seed of space
sister of substance
brightening capsule
concessions the rare
simple vapor
moments
re-breathing omission and breeze
the planet grows boots
on little couples
tinted iconic
gasping the molecular night
dryly nuclear Moon
junk Pepsi Earth
The Shine
reproduction fails
to blown dog air
faces bend to the sound
of somber floors
timidly cold
where the wandering corpses go
to anything incredible
in ears of glacier wounds
between the possible
and salvation
night trials lost
blacken the flame
giant’s jawbone
longing upon the shine
Great bicycles on river wheels
you are the sunshine, in duty town
carts wriggle
dark aureoles bark
at rain-storms in the mine
lips outlast the strip blaze
this is theater-time
sudden in rays
of spattered moths
the wind’s steeple
offers a ceiling
to gloom
harsh deaf pools
in gleaming dullness
great bicycles
on river wheels
Orion dusk and more
The body experiments
rustling the beauty of not
breaking myself
falling to solitude gods
petal hostility
the strewed before the blossom
roll my hymn-books
and secrecy
sitting in Orion dusk
the lady-red
first wings
sparkles lines, ripples
relentless
she of the all
broken hills of dead
crying their walk
tripping
to a stranger night
watching between the frost
and a candle
pavement sheets of voices
lilies in disguise
breathless harbors
afraid of you
young and confusing
My Piano
seeking love
from bohemian balconies
smoke stale wood
in twisted meadows
moving in time
w/ half-crumbling faces
of lovers
morning gargoyles
the bed palace church,
my piano quivers on
young leaves tremble atop
uproar the stars
bathe in corn
corpses in matchbox
gaunt earth fears them
while you and me weave vision
from flower flanks and see
some scales vibrate
some dancers sun-drenched
Gramophone
Full naked brooks
faint in your distance
empty étagère
masts which float on darkness
clattering fools
hovering, passing smoothly
proudly undressed
their open spirals
the brittle few
bold fire thieves
freeze in flight
frail color from tears
with goggle shapes
thru hesitating vengeance
before dry forests
trees like a giant gramophone
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