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4 I wish I had a popsicle as sweet 5 As kisses from impulsive androgynes 6 With tentacles the hue of fresh-tossed wheat 7 Extending gently, tracing tender lines. 8 Look. Here is the hermitage we've made 12 Those frozen fish she thawed out on the roof 2 Her foot atremble on the slipful grade 9 As she recalled the comfort of her youth 32 She looked into her glass, and wond'ring now 36 At blood's refractive index, wondered then 40 If fusion breeds where sun and plasma flow 43 Togetherness we'll know as we ascend. 14 Stars die--but into us their dust shall blend 31 (I'd trade the stellar fusion for my friend.)
0 An unexpected darkness soaks the hills 1 And animates the hawthorne's barren branches. 4 What surely stews Nathaniel to the gills 15 Is the heron calling out for "Daemon Sanchez." 16 My aching thoughts escape the westward wind. 17 They find shelter there, beneath thy gaze, 19 Articulate their love that others find 34 By thy brief glance fanned to a mighty blaze. 45 Perhaps our love does not a planet rend 39 But rather than despair our bland affair, 42 Let us scream at the skies, love, without end. 26 And lose the day and play as if we did care 11 The goose we raise our souls are fine as kind: 45 If you don't kill my dog, I'll lose my mind.
10 Or sandwiched her in glass extruding town 0 Or captured what was meant to be her name 26 But somehow black and now it seemed the same 30 As when I first revealed the satyr's crown 1 I bowed before the scepter of his lust 31 And waited for the tasty mint to melt 5 Upon my tongue, until I thought I felt 37 Upon my feet a trace of pollen dust 33 I'm Thrukbee Sowf, the pistil's paramour 38 (Rejoice, the ancient chickens dance a jig!) 7 No more will curs'd behemoths rumble forth. 17 Eden's golden calm our hearts restore 34 We map the soul with this unlikely rig -- 29 This song in all your hearts could show its worth.
45 The Dreamtime door will ope but once an age 41 To show a child the remnants of each day 44 Or stuff the corpse of Lancelot with hay. 6 To trap the shattered mollusk in your cage 19 That does but scorn the past with festered gaze 12 And moils in the sky that might be chained 15 'Neath dripping poodles that wait to be drained 32 To halt the fire, poured on th'eternal blaze 35 Of noontide suns, redoubled in his ire 28 Which raged like faithless demons in the night 36 'til cowed by dawn. They break eggs to be born, 2 Break eggs all life, eat, sicken, then retire. 39 So do not toil in vain; set stove alight--- 42 Get a pan and oil, and pop some corn.