cold yellow

we’re off clouds amongst the eskimos to ornament the

recuperation of our botanical thoughts

under writhing dusks

ordure green glowing

blank

I’ve set out my promises confectionery hotelkeeper in his

shop

definitive paulownias

the distancing unfolds glacial and cutting like a stagecoach

distancing rainy

adolescent

otherwhere sounding

a pedestrian feverish and rotten and

broken and reparable embroidery

i thought of something quite scabrous

an autumnal calendar in every tree

my amorous organ is blue i am mortal mister blueblue

and from the corpse begins to rise a strange land

rise rise toward other astronomies

Tristan Tzara