(they'll planta tree or drift
on some toast from a camp fireplace anyway)
)stampedes through the tenement - rickety
huts - and ignores the shouts from the guards,
and sank the U-boat upon a prickled
wood and Jawohl Jawohl across a
line drawn in the ocean chalked up by sailors,
flagships upon a dressing gown, fragments
of linen upon a girl around a dressing gown.
a line of combat boots and salute(s) to the
crease of a wedding veil wrapped like a tiny
hand on a cold flesh mildew, sparkling like ashes
thrown by pitchers into the wind so the wind
may have some too.
Jawohl Jawohl
on a dressing gown on a pile of useless clothing
racing to a duel mechanism, huffing and puffing
bent out of shape and too late
for there are already old men and newborns dancing
together in the twilight, arms locked together by
a waltz and melted by the heat of the North Star,
The sunny side stands,
beating a chest while seamen knit into the sweater
feel a little better
and fluttering ear skin like a torn clothing from a girl
who could not catch it but tore her fingers on the fence -
electric, ripples of laughter up her charred veins toward a brain
stigmata rushing from the Son 's sunny touch -
tore her fingers on the fence electrified by torn fingers.
A whipped cavalry of roaring specters (drunk on giddiness
and a lust to break the Milky Way like a walnut)
cracks a forgotten earth,
stampedes through the tenement - rickety
huts - and ignores the shouts from the guards,
Jawohl Jawohl!
gallops into courtyard, burned shells
smelling with burnt hair and ashen lips
smacking of love and dirt (they'll plant a tree or drift
on some toast from a camp fireplace anyway)
while alone the breezy curtain past,
sailors high on a dynamited galaxy within nine folds,
folding again and unfolding jellyfish sputters, raises itself
to a thunderous half applause.
and the Son in the audience taps his foot impatiently
and tries to check his watch, wondering when half past nine
will come.
and sank the U-boat upon a prickled
However! I do like the very start of it! It was unique how you started with 'and'. wood and Jawohl Jawohl across a
line drawn in the ocean chalked up by sailors,
a line of combat boots and salute(s) to the
crease of a wedding veil wrapped like a tiny
hand on a cold flesh mildew, sparkling like ashes
thrown by pitchers into the wind so the wind
may have some too.
and fluttering ear skin like a torn clothing from a girl
who could not catch it but tore her fingers on the fence -
electric, ripples of laughter up her charred veins toward a brain
stigmata rushing from the Son 's sunny touch -
tore her fingers on the fence electrified by torn fingers.
A whipped cavalry of roaring specters (drunk on giddiness
and a lust to break the Milky Way like a walnut)
cracks a forgotten earth,
gallops into courtyard, burned shells
smelling with burnt hair and ashen lips
smacking of love and dirt
flagships upon a dressing gown, fragments
of linen upon a girl around a dressing gown.
a line of combat boots and salute(s) to the
crease of a wedding veil wrapped like a tiny
hand on a cold flesh mildew, sparkling like ashes
thrown by pitchers into the wind so the wind
may have some too.
Jawohl Jawohl
on a dressing gown on a pile of useless clothing
racing to a duel mechanism, huffing and puffing
bent out of shape and too late
for there are already old men and newborns dancing
together in the twilight, arms locked together by
a waltz and melted by the heat of the North Star,
tore her fingers on the fence electrified by torn fingers.
The sunny side stands,
beating a chest while seamen knit into the sweater
feel a little better
while alone the breezy curtain past,
sailors high on a dynamited galaxy within nine folds,
folding again and unfolding jellyfish sputters, raises itself
to a thunderous half applause.
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