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Issue 8A Journal of Letters and Life

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From Look, The Universe Is Dreaming
by Bill Lavender
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I

Of gone dare our

Love, lofty, that of people and the purer blood winds
a tongue more on than luring.
In my silence, friend,
believe a long song, lye
sweet, the all in I
of the never brawling oh!

Fierce tongue can pleasure
frame green service-
sweet presides ever;
years are haunted anchor wrist.

Blind in Gary,
beauty pleasing therefore-
recognitions- gaunt nature of zoos.
Fence this river as his
when the beauties doubt memory.

Your conductor,
the sneer as loose action, that I
be vain and
daily throw thy well unknown: reply to this destiny.

Some such simple
airplanes the while felt legends
serene- I look sweet tool, ah, may the people

of holes and again. The the joy:
sweet woods sweat my
pleasure; green bitches Egyptian killed: infanta vagranti-
drawn gaunt o'er abundant wonder. This
pastoral be no rampart mountain; Fifi's shaved, vanity
lolling about and after and
so terribly simple with notion-things.
Pleasing body that cities; if I an it
of woodsplitters from
nature with dogs all,
cupping bitches' thoughts of dear,
where only the movement of nature sneers,
wild is thou laid in thought,
peeled genial wood women's blood,
furniture pleasures.

Roe is this magnetic two- what
holes then chain your this, a written-in something,
dead or
sublime, but five sucked from tender heart
burthen weary of pulse. Perhaps to paint
the dwelling-place to suffer mood, feel, laugh,
and stormily conduct. I little
am bounded then, empire length,
painter whose acts blackt-out
a thigh's infinite boyish world.
Forget the fighter fretful, dare & straddle,
know another, my mountain and pleasure
when the soul of
their me, not tall with us not
thieves either.
And being. While mama has flows knocked
down, tall rash, the
woods, the down-anticipating pleasures,
they lead you the more,
sweating of nothing,
of a door in I. Then crow the all and kisses;
my cliffs in some have taste &

plots impress
the fenster: still screwing. Recognitions from center felt
lofty- what vain and relative vagrant me for the
jokes? Within is but soul but
to feel thy difference came monkey,
she to hear and in passing witch
the suns on piles that
glass remembers- oh unremembered
hedge-rows, silver of your muchacho wit.


II


Snowman little little-
ribs stung to & smokes-
rooted power heard-
nameless Love-god-

Under the

laughing once a reed-
little reed cities-
nameless to difference

stand defiled &
 

III


Hold

fast by
burden
lines infect
ever that fragile

bile- their flesh
hardy as lying.
Not I
marble the sufferance,

acts stashed
in a one liter world.
 

IV


The A in Unprofitable

fragile the
the and
destiny
unremembered

soft nameless
temple

flesh
terrible through simple ease
smokes the your
 

V


Dwellingplace Mountainsprings

Innuendoes, days
once along
connect cataract of delight-
amid thy good
behold half-extinguished
mountains thought seasons
exhortations! Shoulders
shape the soul- motion
of sweating sewn more
sublime; remember the
thou- a more negative art
to them together
planning years
of licorice sense.
Murmur: and in
infanta have a future ecstasy uncovering
a planetary love. See dear
their liberation to
and government ignorant
for which you hunger neither.
 
 

VI

 
with our all

Imagine who
& soon his
girth seems
to foul swords, damn,
one rise
the grace crimson, mad
music! snapshot Papiols rejoicing to love.
Soon darkness from those opposing
everything, then facts.
May I music make
thunder through might,
and riven
roar stinks my hell spiked pyres
crimson! And battles
my grant through

opposing & warned-
we all have in
me swords some hell stour
vair, him, destriers, sun painters all,
that tremble the my 'gainst of.
Bah! there's life clouds, no clouds, damn
broads say, and music. And write come! Let's
clash for name. No
peace the years to own
through come! Far no neighs his
rejoicing; fat for to swords which
sometimes drip my
lens, it the one heightened mouth.
 


VII


trap

Her inside has an echo
to the The
I and neck know to like
Then say the families his
goddamned look can yule

Time by of brass trains your
control food painting this an An
Your moral
sounding distributions have
fasted your garage thence

Hang rider into
a beautiful wrapt Western angle


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