of the wild and in all sorts of fun wherever you ride. Water without bridle: of the wild and in all sorts of fun wherever you ride. Water without bridle: on the grass on the grass , a trick of the echoes hear the whispering voices , a trick of the echoes hear the whispering voices 
May 14th - 3:19 p.m.

The engine begins
		There are
no paths in this part of the World

North
	you are over the edge
along the gray barrels of the
World
Mountain slopes rowing miserably
without pride or stirrups
before rolling on the grass

The trees are uncomfortably stiff
with hemoglobin
		though lucky to ride
		A good elbow
that rests
		in the land of description
slips into a small amount
	of round-bellied water

Peace on either hand
			grew thinner

		It is in the worst way
that the southland came to tube
Kirkwood
 
May 25th - 1:20 p.m.

Definition of a tunnel
		blackness
		would soon alter

		A skin he could trick
		Age whispering ends
of the marred grass
direct to distant shame
		in East Berlin
Hear the rustles bade
Voices
straight as a ruler
		smooth-colored
and smooth-sided
Aware of the door at the height
of their faint outline

Wealth of the good luck below