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1.   6 to 9 daily double
      heaven in your openair bedroom 
      monica!
      icecream melts in your cones

      an energetic bright sea flecked with wheat
      and a barren start (snort and roll)
      it was
      to christen your baby toes with whips

2.   what care I for
      the engine of her dress
      hot smoke of cloth on skin
      her changing?
      sleeves brush the dirt of desire
      leaning towers
      hot skin / cold cash
      and the clipped ends of toes

3.   hungry over whirlpools some stuff
      roasts in his eye monica is
      a living legend her thing is round
      hot flesh cold moving rain
      flames reach about her expanse of panties
      the ocean of her dress
                                         hides hides
      this bit of a cinder
      key bright in the lock child
      she comes with her friend
      coral (the lip) they
      exultantly go crash on the grass
      hot and cold folded around
      energetic bright roll
      the name of love being scored
      on independent flesh
      his eye like a fish-scale
      at the keyhole turns

      "on honourbright playing fields
      be loyal to me monica with your tongue"

4.   me having a bath with monica
      her tongue chid sea
      thick greeny strokes
      the swell of a bosom
      under fur she
                            OPENED and out came
                            all the cash and metal
                            instruments the
                            house improvement schemes
                            new loans for old
                            mortgage units and our
                            holiday incentive
                            SHUT

      O horrorscope
      scape greeny eye
      white pension in a room
      toward Manchester
                            a griff

5.   we reached another hotel among pinetrees
      flowered bed spread in a desolate bedroom
      children hung on a fence by the roadside
      we came to another hotel
                                             the East of rain

      under her dress a dense
      tribe of pigeons wrestled

      Modern Hotel Architecture

6.   my body was in a daze
      fixed in the thought of your love
      among hibiscuses against
      the fuzzy bunched heads of palmtrees
      your mountains rose
      coated with eternal snows
      charming Dijon red blotches
      of chair in the foyer
      all night I chased you through
      the afternoon its
      Honeycomb hotel

7.   noon shining out from under her dress
      meridian twanged sufficient instrument
      blew O monica walking among
      our bite-infested pines
      wound on the world's underside soft hair
      among the tribes of the East
      some wash swirled in a bowl your tune
      monica's favourite slapping the ends
      under her dress the desert ripened

8.   the cities rustle
      like wheat between her legs
      energetic bright sea
      flecked with tongues

      where the little animal
      hides in its pot of darkness
      at ease in its sleeve of skin
      her breasts hug her

      out of the bed of morning she comes
      whose charged smell fills the room
      our joys' arrival -
      they come in bitesized pieces

      fires flit in her openair bedroom