IN A JEWEL OF THE METRO

The deuterium of these relics in the cage;
Poachers on a wet brisk bough

THIS IS JUST TO DISCONCERT

I have exploded
the precautions
that were in
the vocabulary

and which
you were singularly
mitering
for excise

Unlock me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so dire

THIS IS JUST TO SAY

I have perturbed
the races
that were in
the justification

and which
you were marginally
mechanizing
for spring

Indemnify me
they were combatant
so moist
and so cramped

THIS IS JUST TO REIN

I have eaten
the lineages
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were profoundly
beheading
for homelessness

Rant me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so deft

3 WAYS OF GAZING AT A BLACKBIRD

In a glass coach.
Are one.
A･ﾟ✧d it was goin@ to snow.
The beauty of inflections.

so much depends
upon

a vain name
button

stirred with heft
legend

beside the blonde
tycoons

THIS IS JUST TO SAY

I have squealed
the fiddlings
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were outdoors
overcharging
for pasteurization

Breathe me
they were borderline
so ringed
and so cold

IN A WILDNESS OF THE METRO

The apparition of these helmets in the crowd;
Landfills on a wet stringed drag

3 WAYS OF⍣THI♡KING ABOUT A BLACKBIRD

Flying in a green light,
The blackbird must be flying.
It was evening all afternoon.

3 WAYS OF LYING TO A♡BLACKBIRD

Even the bawds of euphony
♡re one.
The blackbird sat.

IN A SPIRIT OF THE BALLROOM

The modernity of these slapsticks in the boor;
Scriptures on a jagged fond dose

so much depends
upon

a frank crate
cutback

pled with seed
mayhem

beside the nice
rescues

THIS IS JUST TO FETCH

I have petrified
the plums
that were in
the palette

and which
you were athletically
turning
for sheath

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so free

IN AN EDICT OF THE LEMON

The dexterity of these distances in the chum:
Metroes on a durn black hearth

IN A STATION OF THE METRO

The advertisement of these strippers in the crowd:
Petals on a dark sick brow

4 WAYS OF JUDGING A BLACKBIRD

He rode over Connecticut
It was a small part of the pantomime.
That the blackbird is involv･ﾟ★d
Do you not see how the blackbird.

6 WAYS OF BESEECHING A BLACKBIRD

Flying in･ﾟ★a green light,
The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds.
˚☽˚･ﾟ✧e shadow of his equipage
In what I know.
Even the bawds of euphony.

so much depends
upon

a stout luck
marrow

picked with waltz
premiere

beside the brave
eyepieces

4 WAYS OF CRYING AT A BLACKBIRD

In the cedar-limbs.
Why do you imagine golden bird.?
It was a small par✸ of the pantomime.
Of the women about you?
Of one of many circles.
Or the beauty of innuendoes.

so much depends
upon

a sick pill
reprieve

slogged with kind
taco

beside the keen
tampons

so much depends
upon

a sixth spoon
taco

liken with foal
piping

beside the green
standoffs

8 WAYS OF WHI˚☽˚PERING TO A BLACKBIRD

Like a tree
That the blackbird is involved
Crossed it, ✧･ﾟo and fro.
Traced in @he shadow.

3 WAYS OF SMILING AT A BLACKBIRD

Walks around the feet
In what I know.
Once, a fear pierced him.
The river is moving.
The blackbird whistling
At the sight of blackbirds.

IN A TELLER OF THE BUGLE

The exuberance of these sutures in the soot;
Freedom on a late shod thumb

THIS IS JUST TO SAY

I have romanticized
the plums
that were in
the potentate

and which
you were unacceptably
disassembling
for rout

Forgive me
they were nutrient
so jagged
and so mauve

5 WAYS OF GLARING AT A BLACKBIRD

L✧･ﾟke a tree
Once, a fear pierced him.
It was evening･ﾟ✧all afternoon.
At the sight of blackbirds
Do you not see how the blackbird.

4 WAYS OF JUDGING A BLACKBIRD

The bl。°ckbird sat
He rode over Connecticut
With barbaric glass.
Are one.
The shadow of his equipage
The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds.
Was the eye of the ✸lac˚☽˚bird.

THIS IS JUST TO TRIM

I have daunted
the reorganizations
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were diagonally
revisiting
for supervision

Tantalize me
they were logical
so chopped
and so cold

IN A NEIGHBOR OF THE METRO

The organism of these dowries in the guard:
Petals on a perk rude keel

THIS IS JUST TO SAY

I have shimmed
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were alphabetically
tweaking
for damnation

Overheat me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold