Sonnets—Realities VII

an amiable putrescence carpenters

the village of her mind bodily which

ravelling,to a proud continual stitch
of the unmitigated systole
                           purrs
against my mind,the eyes’ shuddering burrs
of light stick on my brain harder than can twitch
its terrors;
            the,month’s,swallowed,muscle(itch
of groping mucous)in my mouth occurs

homelessly.   While grips Hips simply.   well
fussed flesh does surely to mesh.   New
and eager.   wittily peels the.   ploop.—OOc h get:breath
once,all over,kid how,funny Do tell
....sweat,succeeds breathings stopped
                                      to

hear,in darkness,water the lips of death