SUNBATHING







Yet were finally you set on a peace to wreak and asinine
surprise you are as wise as you are beautiful, a comet and
lice mug you, may twist shriller and clutch deranged out,
sweet as for all the world or the life of me, lonely as sour
flowers you say recreased but who am I why am I unhappy.


The peace delayed, phantomized and autofire you go for
code or core intent go for cranberry or apple and blackcurrant
intent take me back orange, intent on fire, yet in this plundered
worry that rains from a star-bed how bruised, go back out
torn out, this is my heart, peach or I set my sights on fire.


When I was young pain was not opaque lateral conflict, why
stuttering historic airs and dissipate I nag why, under the east
Atlantic sun so far to barter and shame in serene riot each ear,
scrawl of my beautiful pip can I touch your face and snake
a finger behind your ear can I kiss you, stay you in awe down.


Rest and apprize some more, touch how the tinny verge of each
extorted wave ends, the lake's there and, this is it, verge upon
whispering to myself no I can no, patting my tongue and pork
strips fried in honey stick, this is it flash bang what lake spilled
desire to know spasms, then, pause and counter pause and clop.


Only incidentally is it my means beyond which egregiously
always I live, really it's everyone else's, look at the arrow
pointing apart, what does it say, pass me your hand,
all those zombie films are sterilized antinomian fantasies,
my fantasies too are sterilized, torrid pomp of a wrist to slap.

 
O fastened eyes revert, credulous ire streaks through you
now blandly, no carol of putative disarray but streaks
on lyric fire of lies rip off, trail to a set sun out, groping
over those eyes' basted mess of feathers never mere,
when did your heart smack out, where was the blaze idle.





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