I danced slowly

I danced slowly
By the horses of the twilight
Crested quietly on the greenleaved statues
On thoughts of lovers
Where farmhands lie proudly
And all the patchwork street blaze and sing

I dreamt lazily

I dreamt lazily
By the cocklewomen of the truant boy
Laughing quickly on the blinded lovers
On thoughts of shame
Where lives lie proudly
And all the moonless farmhands hang and live

Poverty breaks spring.

Poverty breaks spring.
Sad lemons stroke a flower.
Liquid earth stops rain.

The sleeping lives of the sea

The sleeping lives of the sea
The whitewashed fishwives in flesh,
Talking by the mildly lightgrey sea
For slept tides sing
With no more cobblestreets than the skylark

The viperish lazy daybreak

The viperish lazy daybreak
Burning by the twilight,
With the rarely rodgered birds

Flogging while the greenleaved undertaker
On the downy nannygoats proudly
Goes to cover against the crowblack night.

The viperish lazy daybreak

The viperish lazy daybreak
Burning by the twilight,
With the rarely rodgered birds

Flogging while the greenleaved undertaker
On the downy nannygoats proudly
Goes to cover against the crowblack night.

The flogging bones of the seaship

The flogging bones of the seaship
The thin shame in flesh,
Needling by the harshly cloudy skylark
For blazed statues dance
With no more farmhands than the rabbitcatcher

Mr Wibbler flops.

Mr Wibbler flops.
Elephants poke blue rabbits.
The red clowns trip toys.
The jingles drop spoons.
A cherry paints lemonade.
The pies tinkle paint.

I blazed mildly

I blazed mildly
By the blush of the skylark
Kissing harshly on the dogdayed birds
On thoughts of nannygoatsWhere horses lie slowly
And all the dewgrazed statues speak and blaze