ANGELINA, ANGELINA, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU NOW?

With night come the bees that do not
retreat. Knead your shoulder,

and the bread, held by your shoulder.
The jumper you lubricate can

never forget. Ben-Hur! You are so
willing to gobble hairpins, so

gobble hairpins! To eat grass with
Griboyedov could not mean

forgiveness. The frog is a failure. You
wash with piss but know it right away.

I wish I had the wind. I’d like to have spirits.
I would like wind and spirits.

The rowers gnaw a silver belt.
I see at least two of them here.

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IN NEW YORK JAILS

Here’s your summons! The owl
stamps it. Stable hands

post at stalls, jockeys at docket.
They hope, a hush tone,

Mr. Groznik might stop along.
And, could you recall

Mr. Groznik? He got busted
in the Bahamas. I ran

the underwear in here
he sent for his brother.

We splashed in great white milk.
From one continent, to the other.

In the tower, Karlica was hot.
In that time, Karlica was drunk.