("I Don't Sleep, I Dream"—R.E.M.)

they talk to me of texas
in oirish rhymes but wot
I see I hear hoofbeats
harkening bach to harlem
a z-bra err inn zoo tv as
bronx cheer mimes florida
parrot (name that guitar!)
sew a single tower arises
to twine (be 4 me), pistil-
whipt, 2 pill her to post
as stay men go-to, stern by
shit fur shore, oar for brains
yet cloven by gum by gaul she
sowed seed-perls @theseesure from
mu tard to gas masque the daunce
a longjohn when jane-pavement home
be for dark—bug her she flies
away none the less a lady—mothra
just lost her census tempo rarely

but this baby bumblebee will
bring home the bacon panned
for hooroo her eyrie lives to
fen doff—be leave it or nought—
what eagles, derbys, grien exfed-
o ras o rac, the helluvit tis my
jim-jammies el mer fudd's up gifted
winter of white step-ins—fetch out
my walk-in kotex for all that (I own)
let down be my hari-curlily, knight 4
day-shot stars in arrears—delilah sho
would as lief be shorn as shoddy to ship
ore will free milkmaids for mermen, aisles
of bound periodicals notwithstanding—
cheese pro choice!—iff found wanting
a lesson to land agents (orange u jus?) as
is purple grainne miz marion's libation

listening to "twa corbies" for
a change looking motley as any
harlot queen—no caps for teeth—
she takes crowns for kansas head
butts wile relishing balloon trips
to oz & bakke, baited to bed, ever
boarded ahead of the class dunce
—fine alley her tunnel, viz ionic
(innit?) her stand-in ollie ollie
in fresia lan—but she just wants
Her dada to be awl roit—feeling out-
flanked/steaked (what's for dinner?
mother? cis-boom-ba!)) this lady
fingers the merchant diced to buy
the sweet sell on sail for a salty
wood-bee who won't smoke yet burns
red as any sale or asp ires to gracie
man shunt like as naught cleopatra's
pin eyre apple onion & deb- on the dot
of her sleeve (anyone can poke a...)
—one knot two a t, t'other nor ether
—lo-fi upon it, she be holdin' onto anew
hi-c singing the sand's airs (wot's that
about an ice hawaiian punch? talk about
magic, pastime to clocking passion's
fruit & nut, wheel halve music music music

this big girl's blouse can
do housing, even the odd
bird shed—anyone for pudding?
yuk x 2, that's texas & tower
one twofer of a spectacle (riches
to rags rags to roses—lily-nose
her gaol is joliet—re: member
of the webbing, it's the lindy
you hop-head, get hip to november's
fives dimes & nine teens for your
innings for my sins april she will
cum see comb sa tam lin be end, get
herman her way, sweat her slaughter
ninny the goat (bad news 4 good snows)
anode mojo, evinrude, turns a boot fore
fare play: swan for a lieder, chiclet

care for care who must pulse to keep
the beat of these mosaic cowlicks, she
rushes from rodeo to video, a gaze e-bows
letters to toe afoot-in-mouth line of dis-
ease, squeezed to play dumb for real, way
cool crockpot, dizzy with gills & gulls@an
impression a bull age, still she pails be-
yonda buck etc, buys into her own fair mirror
states—mind you, a mine is a terrible thing
to want, read my pips—and slips the not just
when help is on the way to ben's tour in chains
gangs, hole motels of melody (a corps isle take
it), glad lee sidelined & up adowny) lisp-a-dazey
me ducks & dickeys, meaning my devil-sea may care
my package to carry, weather for feather, hind-
most's friendly port arthurian a sturm drain

all sundaes beside her self, she's forever
always anywhere under the stars, catch as
phish can do, on appeal or dime, dice mis-
timed for all the world & thensome, lone
ranger to chansson—sans impedimento mor-e
(you promised no dead ends!) you dog on a
blue moon—wolf to whistle if any one can

Candice Ward (4/28/02)