Then make a Dragon of the Time and check
Saint George the Heart, and look you ride to ruin
By the ruffled Mere before the Beast can wreck

He came thus to Europe, caught
in the legacy of his grandfathers
the looks of his bony aristocratic woman

And all around the cadaver stood a living halo of fifteen
      quail

Two thousand pounds of Grade A carne vaporize
the heat. He has the biggest pecker in the pool

If I had never seen those glossy magazines, how-to-books, or blue
movies I think I’d still slide into the positions
discovered in the caverns of our river bed.

Antlers butting against the full moon.
Bellies lolling on my belly.

Passing out of a great city 
A flower in confusion, 
I, the speaker, and you, the listener;

Supremest fictions grow with fungus speed,
The drunk by lies, the diver knows by art
The blurry wrecks made fairy-tale with weed.

There was a bed prepared and avoided
Smoke faces
Too great a distraction

It's gone about far enough,
your being kind to animals.
I've had a belly full.