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by the enervator on the tombstone. Fentry the watchman restored his eyesight on that.
    SHE
    These failings tie you up with home. For me it's just unknown distance.
    HE
    My dear, I care a great deal for the pear-shaped of the lute species.
    SHE
    It's hard to glutinize in leafless time.
    HE
    Who has unsettled you about this matter?
    SHE
    Oh—appetizers, upholders of the law . .
    HE
    Drizzlers in the sink.
    SHE
    My faint memory of viscera should be certainly viscarra.
    Let's rush the blood to some other point.
    HE
    I suppose it's profound to guess whether . .
    SHE
    (plucks the mandolin) Prayerful inebriate shelters his wings.
    HE
    (blows his cigarette smoke white in the dark) I shall never be able to enlarge my scope as I wish.
    SHE
    Have you been to the proper authorities?
    HE
    Don't be nemeebic.
    SHE
    I love you despite the coconut on your tie.
    HE
    Would you be traditional in buttering your bread?
    SHE
    Not if there were plums to placate the ardor.
    HE
    Then what are we waiting for?
    (Grandmother candles her hopes to an empty room, has them blown by the wind at the window, trudges the length of the night)
    News
    To wit, the lover said.
    As a young woman
    I saw that
    done
    no child
    no enlightenment.
    We approach the dignity
    of the ad.
    Or successfully maintain
    a humorous relation
    between the ayes
    and the nose
    (got to give the asses an eye)
    Faces slander
    O I see
    faces
    slander.
    Find body
    of ashamed man.
    Labor leader flogged to death,
    believed in destroying home, church
    and civilization, radio caster said,
    no right thinking people
    could deny it
    said
    People should know
    who the floggers are
    how the air mind
    gets a raise
    and the extravagant
    broadcast
    without mercy.
    The issue wouldn't have been brought up
    if your husband hadn't been killed.
    The police described him
    as an intelligent man.
    Lilies
    of the kind
    look   she's right.
    The flag go hang
    in the war market
    to which the farmers
    of this country
    bring their products.
    Duck
    wobbler
    for all intentions.
    They separated
    not legally,
    the world has no notice.
    His old wife illegally starves
    his mother
    nothing left
    eats
    dies.
    You
    got food?
    I'd like to keep my hat and coat
    reasonably clean
    on the walk from New York
    to California gate unless I get work—
    will pay $10.
    My shoulder worn
    over and down Payroll Hill
    fashions mornings after.
    Raw wind, rain,
    one month going into another
    what the hell
    Frail limbs are proportionately low
    Buy a limb today.
    And while we walk
    we ride
    footgear alert
    to beat the sweet tenor
    of their sentiment
    (they keep their trees away from us)
    a tour of the tines—
    rise and sore
    life term.
     

     
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    1. subconscious
    2. wakeful
    3. full consciousness
    1. subconscious
    2. toward monologue
    3. social-banal

1936–1945
    O let's glee glow as we go
    there must be things in the world—
    Jesus pay for the working soul,
    fearful lives by what right hopeful
    and the apse in the tiger's horn,
    costume for skiing I have heard
    and rings for church people
    and glee glo glum
    it must be fun
    to have boots for snow.
     

     
    Troubles to win
    and battles to bin
    and after
    a tare in the side
    of all my ties
                      and barn
                                    dances.
     

     
    A country's economics sick
    affects its people's speech.
    No bread and cheese and strawberries
    I have no pay, they say.
    Till in revolution rises
    the strength to change
    the undigestible phrase.
     

     
    Lady in the Leopard Coat
    Tender spotted
    hoped with care
    she's coming back
    from going there.
     

     
    Jim Poor's his name
    and Poor Jay's mine,
    his hair's aflame
    not worth a dime
                              or he'd sell it.
     

     
    Scuttle up the workshop,
    settle down the dew,
    I'll tell you what my name is
    when we've made the world new.
     

     
    There was a bridge once that said I'm going
    and a cistern that said What Ho
    and the stick