Mutinous in half-light,&malignant, grind Fears on desires, a clutter humps a track, The body of expectation hangs down slack Untidy black; my love sweats like a rind; Parrots are yattering up the cagy mind, Jerking their circles... you stood, a week back, By, I saw your foot with half my eye, I lack You... the damned female's yellow head swings blind. Cageless they'd grapple. O where, whose Martini Grows sweeter with my torment, wrung on toward The insomnia of eternity, loud graves! Hölderlin on his tower sang like the sea More you adored that day than your harpsicord, Troubled and drumming, tempting and empty waves. Submitted by Holt
Added: 1 Mar 2004 | Last Read: 20 Mar 2010 8:24 PM | Viewed: 1926 times
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