![]() ![]() Where there were no fish, and to the near-point, I followed all your directions-to the North River Of spruce trees, as if that constituted a plan. In the playhouse sheltered by the parentheses The blender-you'd read "pulse" as "repulse." I thought that might be an ideaįor you and me, but you, who hated a paradeĪnd loved a recession, wanted to watch the tide go out Their shipworms and schemed about getting back ![]() Statement so was your wobbling to walking.īy the shore was swathed in smaze and hard Stilettos (you always wore stilettos), steady-going We stumbled across in the garden, stricken The superexaminer will smell like sulfur,Ī statement no less ominous than the stone lily The swallows formed subtitles for the clouds. Was starting to feel as real as the R.I.P.'sĪnd roses carved into rock. Together by practicing quarterback sneaksĪlong the pylons, but the race to the ravine Strangely, oscillating between the oilwellsĪnd ask again later. We had made the big time, but night nippedĪt our heels. The linguists thought up were particularly Jump the Gun, Fine Kettle of Fish and Kick In the kitchen garden with the prisoners. Of the idiot, his insistent incisors working onĪ steak as he said there's an intimacy to invasion.Ībout joyrides, we could always play games We could already all do impeccable imitations Grey things, that inspecting the horses' gums We called God, and we were off to the races. ![]()
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