Poetry from The Literary Review
School
MICHAEL FARRELL
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beautiful all one the intelli gence of nothing is this the same is this the minutes sim ple administration of apricots compulsory one hushed one fast single in the self one dissolving magnitude clear in his angels realist prayers & on candy blue & green the scene arms & shoulders offer me both i died just as a spirit egg except one of the angels chaste that is beautiful free of indis cretions shadow of the truth help the city tone the atti tudes of wind of bright leaves shattered a miracle toucan amazing each high up speech too with it clear you & i fresh to being there in a park we may one hushed one halfway glad only silence coolness for his canvas only chorus of an own aesthetic he enjoyed green sand beauti ful on the palms on his tread the canvas spirits ex pressed green my soul among the buildings yellow subject the affectionate girls rea lity in an atmosphere this odd the summer discoverer charmed by the cathedral a vase of shadow a quiet cry once one of many an xiously he felt his door & more imitate him let the after noon forget that one in time you & i once black & yellow & cold goodbye if ever our hearts how many things what things he turns what thoughts 4 “ ” passionately his neck was an if ever conceived out of be tween a salad a sally to be in the moonlight mother let these terrible instruments on the menu he saw the murder the moon light if it could & early evils his nose her patience it made him in the past a poems discharge worth all good ness exit waking exquisite eyes whatever shall is said but what shadow whose touch in the words like an asking who began his love torment & his caprice is cloudy 5 who are you a black cloud music a birdhouse froth in box es gross the sea eden linedrawing innocence the shadow images & writing as rose secrets the dusk the bird island the waves the man in the face the flamingoes i go on loving the intri cate you like cafes you were immaculate yet a drizzle was unintentional not indifferent the horse smart i worry detail you were breathing the melon i thought the peach was easily when its the love ly summer mystery the clerks the real romance you dance however in the hall proud in a moment wandering over the road help the blood to gloss you know our dreams made him sleep the young gingerly there was candy the rabbit the garment the cock an emotion no no peace 7 lions lilacs pure across the land his face had kept him glad still the dream realist only his lost choosing among from thirteen was grass & this is be yond honey beyond delicious far though beyonds burns he the polar throat & & upon darkness a they cloudy can but be his now to & that the idea murderers soon is in more the easily & the & lake dwelling a there lilac slid he from a his key ac tual in eye his continent right by hand slow please recess he to asked things willingly within he his is actual thirty eye years a lert old to that the was difficulty before of we re bellious could thought drive when hundreds the of miles sky at is night blue dande |
