ON THE OCCASION A REPAST
1.
Swoops in from the annex rip out his teeth and swearing
God all this modish
gladness is a crank tacit municipal pre-
tence i.e. that, not quite
everyone falls asleep
at the fact-end rewound lulls and shudders into what is
after all ideal
to the core, he's ogling a bunged aggregate. After what
or, which
ever undwindlingly abated where
was it she knelt - memory evades what
was where she would, impartial
hence, my feelings were propagated like prawn shells amongst packing foam.
Ideal to the bone splintered
and showered with rust and spry calc-
sinter in surprise aggregate protraction back-up all the bright historic
use-maneuvres and their payoffs in a speckled
blend a romance, clipped wings restored peicemeal. Every thing. So many things
rubbish
ideal to the beginning
heart hung partly
aroused, partly wished like a plastic
fish in fixed glass admirable anticipating
further ideal or for a split life we sauntered down to the paddock, aware
was our word, we divined that
dainty flesh have kids as yet unmilked. Yet their barn is
frankly they bleat, "ideal".
2.
A monumental petrol stop by the track-side 10 million snacks
all conflated one hell of a mess here, better to run
through the options vote in some order of sun beam
bonded by overt minimalised distraction
to its chorelessness lighting the repute outpost by the kitchenette window seen
through which crows and goats squirm, not themselves
apprehended as with number one strict darkly beheld
contrariness but likewise they're threatened and getting so, so tired
of just this, seived joy / once or twice again / glo in
the dark esteem piled beneath each chance-stop like a latent grin-voucher.
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