Eat More Words

Lexicon entries: a nature no, a night like each other, a piercing little star, a single leaf to remind me of heaven, a spell-breaking leaf, a star mocked me, acceptabut, an afterthought he had in mind, aren't the bones I elected a turning point, awace, before i slept so violently, beyond its limits others still call their name, blowing his teeth, brute naked, came upon the valley's singing, change the unknown cows, charcoal sands, children who'd run awace on foot, crave a block of air, curves from without, dashboa, eat more words, end to end sail or steam, every accidental water-course, everybody bumped heads, fields a river and sun, for even daughters knew how to make rays deteriorate, free from their lack of luck, grassland, grassland speaking of sand and driftwood, had beauties lingered into the street milking, half-drown the heart, hard enough to judge, I am the guardian of accounting purgatory, I have passed nothing but the stump of it, I walked just to think how to think, I was sheltered between the town, I'm not bitter, in sexual spasm my soul forgot, it's bad enough, its black body cut, late late too late, looking fugitive to the world, milking black bear, milking time, my own unofficial discoloration, naked to the previous poem, near me it seemed I felt it, next to nothing mountain, no need for us, not good for the initial flight, nothing mountain, now no bird was singing, now watch her mother, oot on the dashboa, questio, resistance breeze, resistance to a breeze, she leaves them forever off the latch, stars ick in lava, starved for the clear narrative line, summer was past and braver, sung america, that got her nowhere on my tongue, the doctor looked its eyes shut, the eyehole mused, the lesson cold and rainy, the next one counted nine, they kept their bark, tight clerk clapped, to tell her strangely since, to think how he began, unless one another's bedroom was profound, unofficial discoloration, up stood rotting, visions of half the breathing trees, we all must eat more words than the image world, well enough the wind, what people thought was love, what's its name, while science drew across it, who spent the filled purse