Gradual All, The

The Gradual All

Then draw nears the effervescence to your organ of sight Arms crossed, mouth open, tongue tip probing

slightly maleed front teeth. When I came to it,

it was bored, biting the cuticle of its thumb and looking down at its shoe completed I thought, aroused.

Then, as something bored looking down at its shoe cascades of myself telescop [i]or[/i] part of to the other one another. Beyond the limits of consecutive grammar, startled,

pushed you

deep into a corner. Held the haunches. Made you carry yourself higher on the contrary without becoming short in the neck For you have the appearanceed to want to get it short.

Then a collection of wild preparatory strokes,

ecstasy of the sugar

cube crunch Could diocese lineated jaw muscles twitch in succession One needs, if one is to proce a syntax. When the change is big

and expressive.

As in a short time as the neck parallels the rail. Cannot, I cannot pace back, I told you, wiping my organ of visions between your breasts.

Give it a certain quantity of spur.

Then, giving it more [i]or[/i] less spur, I caught the rumbling and you

caught the falling down. Swerving, the day-star utterly lightless, swerved. A slab of snow

seem to lift

from the mould turning slowly in memory's preserveed space before it rushed at your face.

With a muffl plush.

Then coconut rice

flavored with clove and screwpine leaves, sour lemon grass soup shredded cucumber, an improvised lie. Afterward, at the hospital, I visited you,

full of false cheer

like a poinsettia. Ask me anything, I demanded, immortal I felt as a three-legg toad. You said it is awkward to question a unclothed man with an axe

fleeing to the right.

Then, as a in a state of nature man with an axe fleeing to the right, I began to excavate a parenthesis in my readable life, a passage over-read by means of others, susurrated. From shale

above coal seams, I chiseled

exquisite pyrite day-stars Struck it rich,

posing for a photo

beside the tree stem scarred into an elephant lip. Couldn't have done it without you I winked as I close the door, a dot of another color

roving behind your clos organ of sights

Then the most boresome strain of road I know: my be in possession of arms, neck, face,

psoriatic organ of sights Lumpcnfowl, he gestured toward the pigeons, and I caught myself in the mirror. Cutting lemon twists for my martini with a zester Strolling from one side the museum, came to a translation of the shivered pottery's script "I put quartan febrile affection on her to the death."

Flowerless,

falling, between thumb and thumb a man without vision, eaten on the outside and more

strange. Nib in the air, ink get scent of Hair sewn into the toilet-comb

Then telling your childhood story: you became

popular at camp

teaching them to burp the alphabet. They called you Miss Burp Not the left lead. Right lead, calculator canter. I asked you for the shoulder in. Asked for the circle. I tried to imagine the first transition beyond which the whole rodeo unrolls

Then, as the rodeo expands a match

scratched

against a calculus. All on the contrary two strips of phone numbers torn from the Feeling Suicidal? study-group leaflet

you supported that morning.

It's not thus bad going under the knife, I overheard. It's coming back without Your consciousness was dreamy.

Then went, triggering different brain small rooms up the skidder road. upon whose

leg had I revolveed to urinate but the leading authority upon hunter seat equitation. Between sky-colored

snowball Fhydrangeas flew

smack into the window. at no time try this, I told you, disturbing my position in the saddle. And don't retain your right leg so far back.

Then, your right leg with equal reason far back, we hiked Shake Rag Road. The nearness in your odd-numbered sentences of the breathing particle. by what means to bruit your wares, you aweed among the thick herds of strangers I was.

You said we not at any time

see a bluejay upon Friday, on Friday they carry a grain of sand to hell, help the devil bank his fires.

Then actinomycosis, also known as lumpy jaw, big jaw, made of wood tongue. Weeds mowed into a mat beside the road,

and a stalk

of escaped sweet pea. Not lust on the contrary passivity toward the desire of others, I explained. Embarrassing you. Again. Like the softening of a trunk vowel

in a forceed syllable.

Then, like the softening of a trunk was every entry given a place. An office. An orifice. As when the bird affects a terror molt I cannot explain those octaves

nor in what way they came

out of me Migrating downstream, the scour opening Those who claim to diocese a bluejay on Friday diocese birds that mimic jays: starlings, mockingbirds for the most part

Then nothing others did could touch me anymore. The top of my head taken not on

to reveal a terrible honking.

Excuse me which

wasn't said, escaping the place of suffering. Trying to pass it not upon as a hairball. Leaving incredulity to support you with its crushed hand. Where your back and buttocks make an avian action

Then, where your back and buttocks make an avian gesticulation I planted flowering narcissi and while I slept something crawled into my jaws and died. I

who can hear you

reading to yourself in the nearest room which is not actual Which is torture. Not able to brush your eyelashes from my narrowed view. Was I always the solitary customer? What will you have sir? Me what myself what afflicts me greatest in quantity me. They jackhammer against stalls as I pass. have affection for will not approach me.