tge ub-flowing & out of the muttering
babling & muttering & babeling & muttering & schmetterling
& patting & buttering low-lying book
in a piece & quiet as Heimlich as this.
in among the unstained, pucker’d inferiors
the informers i suspect among my lovers
& forebears’ interiors
of being unheimlich
of being unheimlich
i maneuver cannily among the Heimlich amateurs.
pleasant aromatics of the fragrant Heimlich corridors
incenses the lord so great & Heimlich
when a man feels truly Heimlich in his heat with a woman
maneuver & shake her
coy into myself
the heimlich’t sighs
do not feel quite Heimlich in your have.
sighs & Heimlich weapons
are grown in the deep earth weeping Heimlich
the automata deceitful, & the roots’ heave
are hidden gold of my sweet Heimlichkeit.
Bees who make golden looks among the fleee
of gruesome fleeced Heimlich beasts
beeswarm like a stone image.
a stone image kneels down stares
a secret air flims thru my Heimlich timely
i decorate heimlichtly with traps
i lick your traps off.
i call it lingerie x & i call your number
the uncountable rote divine
sources, holiest tears
soirees, i Heimlich begrind your ribs i hunt the hind
& theme it into pits
what manner of fruit did you pluck & had bitten?
was it Heimlich above the top smuttering branches
hidden by the epileptic ich
like a rove or a party or an afterparty on the sea
or an afterthought, after though
Heimlich meetings & accoutrements in the void
with Heimlich i believe in mind.
Undo the hand of understanding, i vomit off
& throw up your pink lady stuff in my bend
& me will wake wayward figures on the copy
& me will walk waxen figures ‘pon the coy syncopy
maneuvering earth magic arts
have & mind
secret & bitten
hid which doesn’t self-matter
hide roses round my thighs & thought
