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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