Four Poems
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Santo and Johnny
& all the boysAnd
Annthe pipe bottled penny cash
of addidago saltarelloand where our working hearts
have shamed usthey too
shall parturition,and all things forgotten
e e e
will again affray
bel canto: onyx marcato
or all of universe for youmy whorehouse your heart
r r r
a burning violet
the cordon has won
its preventions of our
worn love, so may the ruga
iris saccharify and dissolve
to the tripartite of yarrowthe mast of men a cozenage
here, there Ovolonow go and let me be that
m m m
on my own
Your Polish tits are far too much
for men and far too much for me
to rest within
I know the emasculate
sun will never again
rise on us with certitude,
“the glorious sunrise”
will never come