You’ve been paying visits
To that hunchbacked tailor
In his long-torn-down shop,

The name of a girl I once loved
Flew off the tip of my tongue
In the street today,

The octopus is dead
who lived in Wylies Baths

Long ago, someone
told me: avoid or.

  There’s been
 a lot of talk,

Bewildered now to be so unalike,
Who were for one another from the start
The kind of perfect double that we all

If you extract the compact planet,
roughly sketched with jungle, wetlands,

All types of porn are horrific
I just watched a woman fuck a hired hand
In her marble kitchen while her friends looked on

When I hear sweet songs I think of you
I don’t know why, but I do
When I hear sweet songs I think of you

What is between us
Is an orange flower

And it is blooming and blooming