Well, well, and we fell in, the giraffe went to school in a bombed-out bus, and the hairnet of cobwebs took a long time to spin
when Cinderella bites her toes, she recalls Santa's motorcade
There is a tangerine in the heart of Africa, my love, and a hairnet of oysters
A yellow suitcase
I then tried to slash my wrists with bits of brown earth
I often look at chess-pieces
and wonder at their village of love
a boxcar of wobblies knit their sleeping-bags into my eyebrows
Mr and Mrs Comfort selling candy around the racetrack
but liberty, the human color
must invade the trip-wired cage
Two weeks ago I saw Alice oozing out of my left shoe, which I immediately picked up
the way God loved the first worm, with his tongue of incredible stone
a long silence followed those murders
a long curve tucked behind an idea
fish fish fish skateboard
my knife is drumming on a bone-handled continent
galactic fruit invades the music-hall of hats and feathers
the bread now cut by runaway scissors
rock beats scissors
the deer are looking rather frazzled this evening
a New Orleans cobble-stone is sneering at its lamplight
and the moon is at the bottom of a cup
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