me, Vaughan

again,

spark

farction

fuss

"unlucky

organization

of the body"

my twin
brother
Tom

Thalia
forest
tympan
so for
times
Tom &
types
tied
with
a string

for the balls
of type
there book
there Tom's
italics
there they
tell me
the public
looks into
things
with an eye
towards
the coloring

and I Vaughan
as well
for the heart
if it hands
itself over
significant
uppraisal

to Tom
Vaughan
my twin
brother

dead
these
years

this book
without him
as it translates
thin mucus
upon my, Vaughan's,
eye
again

far far far

I mean far

Marlowe

Marlowe
on call

Marlowe
meander

seen
Marlowe

Marlowe
clutching
Marlowe

Marlowe
falls

Marlowe
triple
Marlowe

Marlowe
cloth
stitch
booth
Marlowe
in them

Marlowe
boards
the
Marlowe

logistics

of Marlowe

severance
& marlowe

super Marlowe
Marlowe lights

Marlowe hills

Marlowe
whales

Marlowe dell

Marlowe wishes
there were
no Marlowe

Marlowe wishes
for quiet

Marlowe revokes
the perfect
tense which
is Marlowe
to a tee

me, Marlowe

giant anon
among
them I come

to my
senses
and
look
upon the tomb

as a thing
tablature

I enjoy it
and touch
rocks
which are
transmute

I travel
the midst

I Spenser
am among
them
the ones
in cloaks

I am the
one w/o
a cloak
or crest

I am plain
among
them
I Herbert

I am simple
sitting
in volume
upon some
ambit.

as well
as any

Me, Herbert

the cosmic
signature

what book
gives to-
ward then

again my
"sedulous"
outpour-
ing can
not be
contained

for ruffled
as I am
Herbert,
whether one
counts a
Dean among
them pulp
wayward
pulses

not crystal
and emblem
shortening
mine for
fencing a

forward
thinking

strewn
with
thoughts

they take
the hay
from my
horses
and throw
it at them

this proving
something

my impulses
to take the
horse
in a trice
to the
House of
the Lord

for the sake
of what
transport
it gives me
little
solace

as I am
tall and
calved
as what
flower
was calld
that

not many
sons
my nemesis

my frolics

abeyance
forage
letters
abroad
nodding
above it

little square
living in
the writing
desk, kept
upon ashes
no, scratches
inside the
pelt, leering
away a lancet

drum of
the ear
stand
back and
present
yourself

I am Sidney,
the regiment