I want
a girlfriend. I keep looking. life is so crooked. dead-ends or ravished salads so distrusted—it
becomes a problem.
such
lineage such a generation our minds center on self-vase—by sauce by salsa
surefire dynamite; but Love is angry Love is sweet as Love is gifted—such a
creature too much seduction too much animal.
into
his tooth-bed into his trophy so angelized too aggressive so passive—as it
mixes as it dominates as it seems holdable. cold in summer warm in autumn so
graphic too determined—expensive habits!
I
want a girlfriend. I keep looking. women are so baptized. those windflowers those wildweeds those
water-cactuses. so crisp so elastic
such bounce back.
at
our ponderosa or in our pockets such deterioration such raw grain. a palm of oatmeal
a cup of syrup—I wake up confused. by dream a lady she walks naked she dresses slowly.
such intimidation—to get its job finished—so abandoned to appetite; a doorknob
a doorjamb while a door is sealed tightly.
many
jambs many javelins many are jousting—by jingle by knobs by knitting; so
aggressive so anatomical a wild winter!
I want
a girlfriend. I keep looking. so much more than bedframes! mouthed with vinegar so deep in his
thought while stalking with spurs; a blue sky her orange Nike’s as a creature
so baptized. maybe her mind into a blizzard or so clear she met destiny; but a
sign but a grin but hair-jostled- contention.
our
agreement while we sin where most don’t reckon mountains; such a dirge such a
dearth so dragged or grogged. a bit unbelted a bit ugly while London is
burning.
