The Other Night when Rilke was gay luver buoy I felt one of his Angels, a really dead angel give me a feel

 The Other Night

when Rilke was gay luver buoy I felt

one of his Angels, a really dead angel give me a feel

down in the Place; I thought then

of my days and ways when BeautifulBlack pushpull WHOOSH

a head MEANT. Now, just before I bed on the floor

mat ters like wind's ideas FOR GIVE a little

just piddlin around y'know before

stubborn dreams of this time's this night's 

pick up THOUGH INVITED

does not cum

how cum, Dwarf,

dost thou morph?

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