its ok im a saint

a partitioned box and measurable hoax

I meant to leave home sooner

through out those escapees

who were unorthodox-ed

and also in the muddy streets

characterized by hearsay

and black impulse in toe

now and again stuck between the meadows curs

where immense heritage and forlorn past met

learned the pacifist pain in the good morning

structure weighing on me wholly


upright


my sainthood questioned

Briefing

Approach that which examines
A well calculated beneficiary
Shades where of Some ponderer
lowered by October 1950 perhaps the more suitable areas where over due cover over
were alter fun in eyes
regret the easy making
of the system non noticeable
of disturbance which one could cure the crossroad village



"""""""""""sexy witch"""""""""""



The second spot visited west of the university
In which phantoms appeared
disheveled
some possibly where not controlled
some probably were
With the help of a lot healthier things than the previous ones
sought after
by blank ecosystem travel
by bull frog plague
swamp resembled
the same drought
that planned to advance itself with
the walking of strings

mammoth delphiniums in November

remove whats left from the suitcase
place the items in the sink
bury it all in suds in the mid afternoon

regret leaving


damp
socks, ties, and a handguns

loaded

but not lost in the soup

dusting the mantle madam
dust the mantle

flawlessly

where the horse head lamp glistens
under which I split my head on Christmas

a knight sharpening me with

blood settling on presents

my new Lego fortress set ruined


give up on the dishes from yesterday
give up on the fucking dishes today

" spent the entire day on this"

your new concussion

your old mantra

made sure we laughed when the cock sucking was through

the lawyers were paid

conclusions and cars scraped

and the big brick chimneys were reduced to rubble

grandfather clock too


"i want you to stare at me all the way through the mirror"

my weak eyes will not put on a performance without inspiration

nor will we be reaping the benefits without distraction this evening


I touch the museums stockings at night

feel up the various velvet dividers

separating the public from other mammoths

I pray for the skeletons to appear in my breakfast nook

join me for coffee

man handle my toast with calcium

they can watch me eat my captain crunch too

the dead are the dead are the dead

even with sugar

but who will ring the bells with such sought after sorrow?

who will chase down the midnight wavelengths with me?

from perfect alimony

or fanatics drive ways

where was it that we could hang out our cloths?


ten stories up
one window to the left
two floors down
Catty corner to delusion
where the delphiniums hang slightly out the windows

and there figures project shadows on the sidewalk


I would speak for such ornamental s if they needed me

one quick spread of sarcasm

with my dirty Midwestern tongue

Wallace Stevens six Significant Landscapes

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Six Significant Landscapes





I
An old man sits
In the shadow of a pine tree
In China.
He sees larkspur,
Blue and white,
At the edge of the shadow,
Move in the wind.
His beard moves in the wind.
The pine tree moves in the wind.
Thus water flows
Over weeds.

II
The night is of the colour
Of a woman's arm:
Night, the female,
Obscure,
Fragrant and supple,
Conceals herself.
A pool shines,
Like a bracelet
Shaken in a dance.

III
I measure myself
Against a tall tree.
I find that I am much taller,
For I reach right up to the sun,
With my eye;
And I reach to the shore of the sea
With my ear.
Nevertheless, I dislike
The way ants crawl
In and out of my shadow.

IV
When my dream was near the moon,
The white folds of its gown
Filled with yellow light.
The soles of its feet
Grew red.
Its hair filled
With certain blue crystallizations
From stars,
Not far off.

V
Not all the knives of the lamp-posts,
Nor the chisels of the long streets,
Nor the mallets of the domes
And high towers,
Can carve
What one star can carve,
Shining through the grape-leaves.

VI
Rationalists, wearing square hats,
Think, in square rooms,
Looking at the floor,
Looking at the ceiling
.
They confine themselves
To right-angled triangles.
If they tried rhomboids,
Cones, waving lines, ellipses --
As, for example, the ellipse of the half-moon --
Rationalists would wear sombreros.

BITCH

yellow flannel
holding books about bats

your too kinds of scary

your old news now
prob went back to Nursing school sick
black and white photo bop
glasses over nose
white shallow shell

read me deep into the night

Autumn Begins in Martins Ferry, Ohio by James Wright

In the Shreve High football stadium,
I think of Polacks nursing long beers in Tiltonsville,
And gray faces of Negroes in the blast furnace at Benwood,
And the ruptured night watchman of Wheeling Steel,
Dreaming of heroes.

All the proud fathers are ashamed to go home.
Their women cluck like starved pullets,
Dying for love.

Therefore,
Their sons grow suicidally beautiful
At the beginning of October,
And gallop terribly against each other's bodies.

Take Up Thy Stethoscope

my friends been served papers

I TRIED TO RUN DEFENSE

AWNSWERED THE DOOR AND SHIT

overdose at a hospital two yEARS AGO

ANIMAL PLANET PUT ON FOR YOUR COME DOWN WILL COST YOU

CALL THOSE FUCKERS UP AND GIVE THEM SOME MONEY

THESE FUCKERS DONT KNOW WHO THEIR DEALING WITH