She never knew the brittle rose would wake
    The far-off dormant egypt of its day
That she entombed; spring gave, autumn would take

    Then make a Dragon of the Time and check
Saint George the Heart, and look you ride to ruin
By the ruffled Mere before the Beast can wreck

He came thus to Europe, caught
in the legacy of his grandfathers
the looks of his bony aristocratic woman

Well, he can sell the whole dog, the long, the short
with all its parts, nothing missing, sliced and chunked.
The bole, the bulk, the stem, the stalk, the hulk.

Antlers butting against the full moon.
Bellies lolling on my belly.

Creamy chestnut crania in convex cones.

Passing out of a great city 
A flower in confusion, 
I, the speaker, and you, the listener;

Supremest fictions grow with fungus speed,
The drunk by lies, the diver knows by art
The blurry wrecks made fairy-tale with weed.

There was a bed prepared and avoided
Smoke faces
Too great a distraction

It's gone about far enough,
your being kind to animals.
I've had a belly full.

I am straddling Marini’s horse
using the horseman’s cock as my handle
galloping in place until it comes off in my hand.