749
two poems 
adrift 
a
page is an idea 
make
my own waves 
am
decided to be 
I
am constantly making 
work
for myself 
there's
enough of everything 
to
begin 
believing
in this how-much 
slave
of a truth 
I'm
to be 
so
many marks 
left
under
gone
I
must be making them now
the
self 
and
its steam 
runs
out 
hooray
merry go round
Senora
pilasina
Voulez-vous
le taximeter?
Le
zionta su la seata
Tu
la tu la tu la wa
          --
Chaplin 
who's
spinning?
it's
the leaf 
down
twirl
it's
stars
must
be music 
there
are seasons and sun 
run
alongside 
all
the wheels in the world 
mustn't
go under
and
why not this head?
today's
the day inventing 
somersault
(have
a go at backwards)
in
a particular nextness 
the
clock 
and
slosh 
(pub
full of goss)
drive
around around 
lion
and the unicorn 
must
be
let's
face the music 
and
dance 
dance
let's
face the music
and
dance 
 
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