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one singultus
"for aunt Bishop"

circulating our baby
through a crowd that may be

say with me, "the fortuity!"
it's my deed. i have thieved from you,
but - O what could be, how we could coups!
please, my dear, i insist in lieu
of my begging - lest i notice you hear
this old silence disappear:

i see you ache through a replenish,
finding half-vanish the mark of forever,
(how you fed as you relearnt Spanish!),
do you pilfer to finish her fever?
'r'is this ailment more severe;
salience in the midst of a chandelier?

  famished for scurvy
  neigh, to counsel pride, and
  spurn, off a thimble
  i profess writhe, face-up on a dull bed
  by feathers more than i've said
  to yearn simply, or grow,
  an arm overheaded over...

  Now wild beds! defeated by sweat,
not a barberry yet
  such exquisite pain, beside long drapes
  from folklore with fruition:

  i am sorry - sorry, sorry
  to exclaim
   "rhubarb, rhubarb... i've my own wedding garb"

  seamstress marks kept just the same;
  hazy measure

  with tuition of the headboard

so dear please, stay my side,
i exuviate my life
make heedless souvenir:
i'm frightened by rife nature,
(the food we ate had veneer hide)

for unless his mate accepts
there's success in shedding, nonetheless,
the spreading will confess to the
gossamer reaches of his scapular frontier:

"magarI! magarI! lady marjory,
  blame me! please, it's fine
  i've invigorated in front of thine,
  and now know i'm prone to mine own;
  a king on a creaky throne"

no longer half-clear, my darling,
in the light of this "bastard wing"
been shown this thing we're becoming:
the throne's hiccup scratched its backward throat
a single wobbly leg, in regal form wrote
of his squire's lost aspiring,

"this is it upon my quandary! my fixation!
  th'antique deaths by water, by gasps
  when what's growing within
  must just out and come again!
  what memories, such past sprouted
  breath, be brought speechless,
  by skyward, at last!- jesus aspiration!"

but even then in the presence of antiquity,
it went right over me - so now, shall i confess again:

"if he interrupts the wedding,
  they'll soften the bedding tonight -
  but perhaps a beheading is something lighthearted"

his canopy said something's overhead
they summoned me, he took to bed
to heights uncharted in the end

"blessed be the departed. my friend,
  please, please, never hiccup again."

an Elegy further?:

this bird was not so bold,
verdure preferred, unexposed, yet

at the rain
gallant as a half a peanut,
his awning unfolded from the mud
into the foliage of the grove, flush,
a pavilion's wide majesty, kept dark

hark the worths of wingspan measure,
to be flightless in stark weather -

as stalks in rain
still, breathtaking -
made for grounding, a field
that says so much about ground:

"whoa, eloquence
  a shirttail in a hinge:
  a worm attempts the splits

  undaunted by nuptial flight.
  this grass is too tall

  to unveil;

  for a specter beyond,
  set to grits on the floor,
  he's higher therefore,
  just on the wall,
  fringed eloquent
  through funeral handfuls."

the weather was paired:
a bedding of air, prepared to bedew -
glaciers in grass screened the moist meadow,
the soppy hayfield

feeling hiccups.
aplomb loose-sailed upon a cough
two weathers merely for a nibble,
a gullet familiar with an anvil,
to cloak wriggling in swathed costume:

"i know how she looks when she hiccups
  how the fascicle v in her neck fash'nably rucks
  at the hook of taut stirrups,
  like liqueur and ale; compels her to groom:

  a suspender parts a broken shoulder"

as we pass our child down the aisle
wrung down, as a shuttlecock

an heirloom laughs,
condones our hope ritual;
his vigil with a wishbone,

"
  O, still, his entire tail
  can grasp in one hand
  a lone plume.

                               "

by name of Leather,
liver, feet, and bill
haven't you gathered?
we call the peacock.

in anticipation of his quills
my, what could have been to
overcome were we were again;
as the peacock together
ol'peasy fits a leather refill

i've sworn no oath,
none said it better:

"for all we adorn, we both adore
  for all what we're worth, what we've both been worn"

we'll pluck our own, then barter, farther.
haven't you garnered his feathers,
to garnish her garter?

will it last much longer? Will you partake
in the last distribution of my closest brother?

  i've parted my lover
    - seen the barber in the garter
   kingdoms be! - "for to never preen another"

Description
one singultus
"for aunt Bishop"

circulating our baby
through a crowd that may be

say with me, "the fortuity!"
it's my deed. i have thieved from you,
but - O what could be, how we could coups!
please, my dear, i insist in lieu
of my begging - lest i notice you hear
this old silence disappear:

i see you ache through a replenish,
finding half-vanish the mark of forever,
(how you fed as you relearnt Spanish!),
do you pilfer to finish her fever?
'r'is this ailment more severe;
salience in the midst of a chandelier?

  famished for scurvy
  neigh, to counsel pride, and
  spurn, off a thimble
  i profess writhe, face-up on a dull bed
  by feathers more than i've said
  to yearn simply, or grow,
  an arm overheaded over...

  Now wild beds! defeated by sweat,
not a barberry yet
  such exquisite pain, beside long drapes
  from folklore with fruition:

  i am sorry - sorry, sorry
  to exclaim
   "rhubarb, rhubarb... i've my own wedding garb"

  seamstress marks kept just the same;
  hazy measure

  with tuition of the headboard

so dear please, stay my side,
i exuviate my life
make heedless souvenir:
i'm frightened by rife nature,
(the food we ate had veneer hide)

for unless his mate accepts
there's success in shedding, nonetheless,
the spreading will confess to the
gossamer reaches of his scapular frontier:

"magarI! magarI! lady marjory,
  blame me! please, it's fine
  i've invigorated in front of thine,
  and now know i'm prone to mine own;
  a king on a creaky throne"

no longer half-clear, my darling,
in the light of this "bastard wing"
been shown this thing we're becoming:
the throne's hiccup scratched its backward throat
a single wobbly leg, in regal form wrote
of his squire's lost aspiring,

"this is it upon my quandary! my fixation!
  th'antique deaths by water, by gasps
  when what's growing within
  must just out and come again!
  what memories, such past sprouted
  breath, be brought speechless,
  by skyward, at last!- jesus aspiration!"

but even then in the presence of antiquity,
it went right over me - so now, shall i confess again:

"if he interrupts the wedding,
  they'll soften the bedding tonight -
  but perhaps a beheading is something lighthearted"

his canopy said something's overhead
they summoned me, he took to bed
to heights uncharted in the end

"blessed be the departed. my friend,
  please, please, never hiccup again."

an Elegy further?:

this bird was not so bold,
verdure preferred, unexposed, yet

at the rain
gallant as a half a peanut,
his awning unfolded from the mud
into the foliage of the grove, flush,
a pavilion's wide majesty, kept dark

hark the worths of wingspan measure,
to be flightless in stark weather -

as stalks in rain
still, breathtaking -
made for grounding, a field
that says so much about ground:

"whoa, eloquence
  a shirttail in a hinge:
  a worm attempts the splits

  undaunted by nuptial flight.
  this grass is too tall

  to unveil;

  for a specter beyond,
  set to grits on the floor,
  he's higher therefore,
  just on the wall,
  fringed eloquent
  through funeral handfuls."

the weather was paired:
a bedding of air, prepared to bedew -
glaciers in grass screened the moist meadow,
the soppy hayfield

feeling hiccups.
aplomb loose-sailed upon a cough
two weathers merely for a nibble,
a gullet familiar with an anvil,
to cloak wriggling in swathed costume:

"i know how she looks when she hiccups
  how the fascicle v in her neck fash'nably rucks
  at the hook of taut stirrups,
  like liqueur and ale; compels her to groom:

  a suspender parts a broken shoulder"

as we pass our child down the aisle
wrung down, as a shuttlecock

an heirloom laughs,
condones our hope ritual;
his vigil with a wishbone,

"
  O, still, his entire tail
  can grasp in one hand
  a lone plume.

                               "

by name of Leather,
liver, feet, and bill
haven't you gathered?
we call the peacock.

in anticipation of his quills
my, what could have been to
overcome were we were again;
as the peacock together
ol'peasy fits a leather refill

i've sworn no oath,
none said it better:

"for all we adorn, we both adore
  for all what we're worth, what we've both been worn"

we'll pluck our own, then barter, farther.
haven't you garnered his feathers,
to garnish her garter?

will it last much longer? Will you partake
in the last distribution of my closest brother?

  i've parted my lover
    - seen the barber in the garter
   kingdoms be! - "for to never preen another"