Monday, October 31, 2005

BLOOMSDAY

Quince Bitter
Quince bitter
And the yarrow of her tongue
Hard against the shims of my thighs
A lingcod sucking milt
And the fainting spells as always
The fainting and swooning
And indifference to eels tongue
Milt and joss

Copeland et al
Head cove to scapula with iron scrims
Steel charnel bone
Cudgel driven joist to hilt
Xyster chisels manse from glenoid
(and the pain)
A million times worse than cholera
Or whooping

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