100 lines from 100 selected poems by eec
(remix)
to marion
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thy moist eyes are at kisses playing
four lean hounds crouched low and smiling
when god lets my body be
the queer old balloonman whistles far and wee
o sweat spontaneous earth
how do you like your blueeyed boy Mister Death
they believe in Christ and Longfellow both dead
you of my heart send me a little word
i say to you who are silent do you see
oo-oo not so hard dear you're killing me
2.
brains are made of gingerbread
spring is like a perhaps hand
houses and steeples and clouds go sailing away and away
i like to feel the spine of your body and its bones again
and again
every finger shall have its ring
you're hard up you pawn your intelligence to buy a drink
i would suggest that certain ideas gestures rhymes
nobody loses all the time
a pretty girl who naked is is worth a million statues
just as we turned the corner i touched the accelerator
and gave her the juice
3.
o yes beautiful we now pass through the look
swaddled with a frozen brook
to eat flowers and not to be afraid
they did not stop to think they died instead
etcetera wristers etcetera my
mouse we are not the same you and i
in spite of everything which breathes and moves since
Doom
my blood approves and kisses are a better fate than wisdom
your body's whitest song upon my mind
threw the yellowsonofabitch into a dungeon where he died
4.
suddenly in sunlight the whole garden will bow
a light out & first of all foam-like hair spatters
creasing pillow
a clown's smirk in the skull of a baboon my mirrors give
me
thickness means worlds inhabited by roamingly bright
faeries if you love me
in your gesture are things which i cannot touch because
they are too near
it is love our merely universe love's also there
i item i immaculately owe
but it's life said he but your wife said she now said
he ow
little joe gould has lost his teeth and doesn't know
where to find
kumrads die before they're old kumrads aren't afraid
to die
5.
open your thighs to fate and World conceive a man
whose fatal songs are moving in the moon
skip dance kids hop point at red-
ness where boobs are holy poets mad
this mind made war being generous this heart could dare
unhearts can less
love's function is to fabricate unknownness
love wound up such pretty toys and girls with boys to
bed will go
a soursweet bedtimeless unstory atrickling arithmetic
o
who does not dare to stand or sit may take it lying down
the little bride & groom are standing in a kind of
crown
6.
my speciality is living said a man (who could not earn
his bread)
my next meal's coming from i say to hell with that
and even if it's sunday may i be wrong
you shall above all things be glad and young
give all things to enni one bugger thy nabor neck
leave her alone she's not your gal spoke joe to jack
all come to town some like it shot and some like it hung
proud of his scientific attitude he pronounces young
a pretty a day is here and away
as freedom is a breakfastfood or molehills are from mountains
made
7.
women and men (both little and small) cared for anyone
not at all
love is the whole and more than all
i say no world can hold
a song made of silent as stone silent of song
love is the every only god who spoke this earth so glad
and sad
love is more thinner than recall more thicker than forget
pleasure and pain are merely surfaces
whole truthful infinite immediate us
and if sometimes he's prodded forth
a salesman is an it that stinks excuse
8.
a politician is an arse upon wich everyone has sat except
a man
plato told him jesus told him lao tsze and general (yes
mam) sherman
pity this busy monster manunkind
one's not half two it's two are halves of one
whose hearts are mountains roots are trees
such was a poet and shall be and is
when man determined to destroy himself he picked the
was
sam was a man what may be better or what may be worse
let all go dear so comes love
we true lovers pray that us will ourselves continue to
outgrow
9.
each why of star gives you skilful his flame so is your
heart alert
despite what fear denies what hope asserts
love is a deeper season than reason my sweet one
all ignorance toboggans into know and trudges up to ignorance
again
darling because my blood can dance and sing
but shining who by thousands mean only one amazing thing
little you-i who stood on a green hill and threw his
wish at blue
one hasn't a why or because one's anything old being
everything new
when the oak begs permission of the birch
of a joy which wasn't and isn't and won't be words
10.
sweet swing low
no time ago walking in the dark i met christ my heart
flopped over
could anything be pleasanter except to add an A
if we like homing through welcoming sweet miracles of
air
i who have died am alive again today
we are in love with us they've nothing times nothing
to do
all the pretty birds dive to the heart of the sky
one if should sing younger than young bird first for
joy
a mystery which will never happen again
dreamslender exquisite white firstful flame
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