[In this life, that women seem to make,]

In this life, that women seem to make,
many choices take up the wind, blow
across lake, and seems like touching
water, but touches not. And all of these
are twined together, some triumphalist
woman.

Some upteenth meander of meals made
out of love, but made one way only.

Mind Made Family

The holdup of mind made
family, ask these plastics;
make good for the holdup

but watch not. The distraction
of mask on mask led back, for
the cause of sack race, a thing

for the children bes not for
the hold make, but back break.

Smells

And these flowers are pungent
and cover smells sappily. Their
glistening genitals drip
the insipid constance of this
and more things hence like
this.

The magical growing of clipd
lily petals. How many inches?
And when do they in death carry out
with them their scant camouflage?