With the Dromedaries

With the dromedaries, lambs and whore
 He wrote him gardens, glistens the dreamers
 If I had a wish to clear the dusk
 And to the lunadisc
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 I would add perfumes onto paper
 And sit in serpents smoking fags
 Or doing speed or drinking mead
 As plastic viking or driven raven
 Her strangle, my pasts, off with my vanished head
 Off with the armorial dead
 Off to the burying ground, the round grave carnival
 The dragon in the bolo bag, oh, Anis in lipstick
 For salmon in high heels, salamander in drag
 The pass nail to the mast of blood and blinks
 The modular winks
 On the armadillos amens or queens
 Homosexual heavens on twin, and here comes counts
 You are that judgement with what you are
 You will be embraced by the kindness of the king
 Christ descends, dove above
 ישו God whose home is the cross
 Humor little children, honor the hoop and the bell
 And the apple and the ball bow to the crow
 In the long horizon the naked woman bathe
 At the mountains or the clouds by the tree Vaimas
 Jades bob down to your drown
 
 Whose your favorite model, wooden comatosel one?
 Star-scarred hair, have you clipped the night?
 Tight to your thighs, have you met her two cats?
 Have you treated yourself to her golden milk?
 One meal a day at night, let's discuss denim
 Or the weather of my dead friends
 Who pass by my window as I scribble this Baal talk
 I out of Babylon who almost snapped in Berlin
 Twice nights ago, then open glossed onto
 George Street, I saw John pass by, his Hermes joins move
 Uncoiling hipsters who then into Draco whose rathe arise
 Beheaded wine, gardens aimed but the middle
 But the midden ball's eyes hindu slang, Yip kill, caesers, kaisers, tzars šarrū
 Lugal, lugal
 From the thick step of the clock
 The ground droner flies on horseflies and chestnuts seas
 And fell beach, yoke torn from the night