saw half of the ladies fall in the air, in the glare, & it’s fair sorts as do in that order & it’s rarely in twos, just in care, & you do as you dare look & see if they’re there, paired by threes in the breezes & papery swings of trapeze, only these o’erContinue reading

I’m thinkin’, how quick can a getaway b, talkin’ of birds’ thumbs & spurious wings at the raree, gummin’ my shoes, endin’ up in gnomon land, at night, I should say, almost, alluringly, went fore the ride, cot in hand, & the glass blower’s stand & the band in bandanas, the paladin’s tent, the knifeContinue reading