depot

dance roar rend

spin i’ll wait on the bench

well really yes? nerves are hushes

of lopped moments

read quietly

turns

newspapers

regard the neighbors?

i just don’t know

if i’m alone in this

the light harkens but from which

side and wherefore

the flight of a very bird on fire

is my manliness beneath the cupola i seek shelter really blazing

ruby battledore

my soul is gone

to the white stone

unadvertised god

settled in laws

order and friendship

that’s: the burning pain

my eyes having stained

and I tossed them down the falls

to go

see my face

in the sphere of night or valise

or snow cage

tonight i go

the spark weeps so

in my bed in the works

hounds and jaguars yowl

is yours gone also

to the stone bracelet

tumbler with oblong skull

my brother goes up

honest i was

infinite sister

ceased for this

night

pharmacy hearts plants

open to spheroidal gleams and the liqueurs of religion

oh yes

lions and clowns

Tristan Tzara