remarks

doublemasked strange woman white curve of some obscene

dance

come close to me the only harmony

of wearied members

opinions of no particular importance vague azure ebon

blood

and tip

put away lust

facing death at eight-twenty if I could do the night over

again this morning

dieci soldi: voilà

my soul

you won’t have this night

the last refinement of my virility

I’ve long since outdone the false cunning

where you trail even now your putrid sunny being

so I pass you pass like mother and child

slowly more quickly slowly

one after the other or all together pimp’s eye in gold of

wimpy foreverness

vanishes

lout with sentiments outlandish

queen midwife

and it’s entirely without interest

Tristan Tzara