ROSE

The vague religious eyes of yours
written over or beneath the word of them

Ivy world ingests
world of the building’s pertinence

Smoothly merged command like Uncle
Daddy look at that my soup, good nap
Asleep or actually happy

A Woman Is Seen Weeping Distantly
Some part of her breaks into flower
That the weeping becomes. She participates
with a huge dish and is
Remunerated by an odd geometrical faith

It fills with heating coils, allegorically

This is recorded journalistically
In the manner of dreams

WAS IT WATER

That lasted for several reasons?
Or something that is not a word

The edge of which is the event to approach

I think I was something else a certain kind of
Animal first

Picking up what flowers please my judgment

Or being those flowers

Since a man was young at an early time

Living through the vast anteroom of
dream

Like a Labrador

Walking on a wooden floor, slowly

Foot by foot until the room is at an end

Not being too moody

Covered in sauce

Accepting of sauce

SENTIMENT

Motorsport Garment
Thrown down some merciful rain
The stairwell
“Is my love amazing”
experiences with water

She loved bells
She did not love water

The experience that flows through my ordinary life
Some part of your body must pass this line
Where do the vehicles begin
At thirty thousand dollars
Not here
If one cut sentiment
Out of the lines
There would be a true thing in there
Like sediment but beyond it
I.e.
It is not something I can feel for the first time

: )

One turns a knob, enters room
exits similarly

you were “hatted”
and pleased with your hat

squatting in a little corner thinking “I am not nervous!”

November fly, November fly, buzzing in the house

You will be killed without mercy

Because you are annoying and we do not

Understand you

ROSE

WAS IT WATER

SENTIMENT

: )

I LOVE TO USE MY FRIENDS’ SHAMPOO