Despite our rugged name
She came as a bird
Boxed in a mahogany problem
She descended on crystals
Afloat within the family substance
He ensued to the north
Her writing was fading no twisted
A combination of linen
The simple and average, the cultural epoch
The ordinary, sensuous thing
Slid out of our past
He undertook a private labor
By the brutal reduction of means
Science occurs
She developed further cunt logic
And fell into terrible secret
Its element of palest green
He was the only design
For longing and feelings
Endure action then sadness
Be my ancestor he chanted, suffered—
When I am in the country
When I requite the country
I won’t ever marry my love uses me up
In my fields carry blight
Perhaps the song of her is blight
So far no chemist could locate her
He folded in the ordinary manner
A born inter-actor
I didn’t enter the decade until the velour
In reality someone has made
This turquoise matting
Standing inside
In reality I have never lived
On the land
These things confront me
This collection of arrow
The gaudy ribbon of habit
A domestic vibrato
What ambiguous image
To choose the bad husband
Unchoose him
Where in history have I surmised
She dabbled in paints
It was untaught but sold to the couple
Passing by from Chicago
They liked the wry loops of the hills
Then took to the hills
My apparel is an occasion
And one’s tripartite construction
And this turquoise massing inside
There appears a house
Collapsing upon him
He determines the magnitude for us
I drink from the torso
As gratitude has its four generations
A set of books too
In the pores
Between man and man
She worshipped
Then lived on after death
In her garbage
And glass of all colors
The jury herself wearing robes
She was a bug
He belched
Passing by from Chicago
They coupled
I sat on the log and thrust forth
His people were useless
Or merely useful to others
When we get to the money she’ll go
I suppose I’m simply expression
The furthest expression
Of whoever and time
And this turquoise material
I’m calling matting
Rotates inside
By universal consent
He cranked up the heat that night
Turned her over
The beautiful color stood out
From the hay
No one selects it
The pattern we’re leaving
A pure, general formula
In the co-incident something arrived
He releases the money
Right into her
She’s abashed by Chicago
He’s purchased an orchard
It petrifies
In the prize sunset she prospers
No one contained them
Their moral element
Junk muscle and love
Of dolomite, gravel, and clay
Mundane species perched in the hills
The honest breasts heaving
Bracket the keen eye of an expert
Lash her to stable
Extend him to the yard
The cup pours out of the sky
All its crick
All its doldrums
When the value is under
His boot we say
One’s third space is gleaming
She has entered refractions
From my own year
I believe it
I am a living agent
Metabolically set within nickel
A solitaire in the working day
A pluperfect unit
Lightly reading
Their chemical was serious
Her voice was sad
For what it didn’t know
Its vulgar economies were sad
The dirt gets yellow and wrong
He caught the future
Eating the money
Her turquoise dissolved
Water dissolved
Between her legs she dissolved
In the shed it passes
Out of the family
And flowed down the gravel
I smash one bug on the screen
Don’t answer my mother
Unabsorbed by time
Another layer of fur
Of battery charge by the wind
Her trash under the bed
And she was pretty
With acne
Short bob hair on the floor
He thought across the jewel tones
Of the crop, the crate
Of pop with a cat on it
And a cat above
Climbing the rear quarter
Up the conveyer to more blocks
He liked squat ones
She walked through the grave
To where the art came
And kept her awake, the art
How should I confirm
Their blunt limit or vigor
Like pain affects the knee
Then travels over the dump
Of words I’ve tried today
Hello to the poison
Living inside
Hello my solo blood
To the decimal
Who bobs and circulates
“The land is available”
As human reflection
In the last decades of capital
She tore from the ground