Song A

whimpering land the fell time stood it then
just garish some who hid and struck up to be loved by
in where the afternoon ground rose
from the source of breath and song
I love you, and battle for many hours to keep loving you
all the difference of women getting off
as he stops, from time to time, feeling solely a Chinese feeling
and nothing came up, surprised by

from the stem of me one welcomes multiple passings

fish so very damned good those years
southern american fish so pleasing so green so twice
in the corner of sold house ignored
now in a puerto rican summer     shines lights in snow
and kid themselves so poorly      eat and be dirty as we gather
the hem of our skirts

sweeping water grandfather
now any longer to sign problems, rest dear, it rests!
the fellow did die as a master of the porch
         and a sunflower raises itself

misshapen she sets out one afternoon w/ upper lip curling from the landscape
in 400-600 pieces when,
she seen it had been before her

(speak slowly when reading here)