G O N splashes-sink


—GON splashes-sink
which is east eighth, a star or three annoys

me, but the stink of perfumed noise
fiercely mounts from the fireman's ball, i think

and also i think of you, getting mandolin-clink
mixed with your hair; feeling your knees
among the supercilious chimneys,

my nerves sumptuously wink
....and little-dusk has his toys to play with
windows-and-whispers,
(will Big Morning get away with
them? j'm'en doute,)
chérie, j'm'en doute.

the accurate key to a palace

—You,—in this window sits a Face
(it is twilight) a Face playing on a flute
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