Raw Raw Words,
Secure your last thought, . . .
Good boy, perform observations over me.
Start. I must see when.
As you and me, I am.
Understand, understand again, fiery film,
Picture above dust, the other muscly men.
Offer her Unity.
I could learn only.
Bird of Black,
see I hold you yet
Filmy aesthetics she still has.
Look, hard thin language questions:
He crept around our master,
appearing East to find more music.
Kiss me, see romance stop the night sky.
I see sculptures draw always.
Model if silhouettes don't suffer.
First memories, they know.
Here howls this Mare,
above Him.
Her situation speaks out, you and her,
Russian Poets to Russian Poets!
Let her use it.
Smother us Black.
Always scratch, somehow forget.
Improve, please comfort Joy.
I never chose to breathe Him the way in.
You won't cover all love.
Young-headed, how will you go?
Part II is lost. Lead her, seek, take health.
Such a wild chant, every monster bird.
Many said art crushes, twinkle boy's then all motion.
Patience, know time, this impulse.
A puny companion sees that studio follow the language.
Sense a borderline character.
If time could think important music.
Feel more.
The Muse makes some other commune.
Make cooking balance.
Open that. Empower her identity.
Come and manipulate.
Carp us Down.
Take this.
This poem is an in-order sequence of the titles of each of the Muse Poems from Series I and II.
As work is completed, the poem changes.
The Muse Poems, Series I:
