When I kiss, your eyes' straight
lashes down crisp go like doll's
blond straws.
When I kiss, your eyes' straight
lashes down crisp go like doll's
blond straws.
But where white
spouts out, spills on your brow
to clear eyepools, wheel shafts
of light, Rose, you are Blue.
I was the horse and the rider . . .
Human double-barreled eyes,in their narrow blind, hope to shoot and hit-- if they can find it-- the backward-speeding holeof the Cyclops face of the future.
We play in the den of the Gods and snort at death.
THE DNA MOLECULETHE DNA MOLECULETHE DNA MOLECULEis The Nude Descending a Staircasea circular one. See the undersurfacesof the spiraltreads andthe spacesin between.
The summer that I was ten --Can it be there was only one summer that I was ten It musthave been a long one then --.
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