1/ Men shut their doors against a setting sun.2/ I am a feather for each wind that blows.
1/ The waitress looks at my face as if it were a small tip.2/ She rides her hips as it were a horse.
1/ The new moon’s just a luminous zilch.2/ You gave me dandelions, round suns rising in April, soft moons blowing away in June.
1/ No mud can soil us but the mud we throw.2/ But enough, for when we have blamed the wind we can blame love.
1/ Danger knows full well that Caesar is more dangerous than he.2/ Meanwhile telephones crouch, getting ready to ring in locked up offices.
1/ They took my lover’s tallness off to war.2/ I would open the blue front door, and again the field would be full of their munching.
1/ We listen while a dustpan eats the scattered pieces of a quarrel.2/ The wind carries wolf.
1/ The ladies in their imperious humility.2/ Flowerbeds, relentlessly picturesque.
1/ If I could touch you my hands would begin to sing.2/ To the bugle, every color is red.
1/ He who praises everybody praises nobody.2/ The cure for loneliness is solitude.