NARCISSUS MOVING
A tongue tore hard but one boot in a groin
Sank like a drift A double fist of hair
Like feathers members that will not rejoin
Flat slams below there but I blew my drag
Against my ash and strained, .ash on the tile
Spoilt the good washroom, weary with a jag
I chinned the sill to watch a wicked mile
The walls of stone bury to some pavane
The garden A bloody rubbish a dancing shoe
"Two-Eyes could bear no more" like the dusty swan
Shut of its cage and doubtful what to do
A vile tune from the shattered radio
Incredibly arises
&
dies at once . . .
A deeper silence, then we slowly know
Somewhere in the empty mansion one tap runs
"A Negress gnawed my lip up a terrible place
Why not? the rising sun will light me poor"
Only upon a young man's most blond face
Une silence de la mort de l'amour
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