Authors: Lorine Niedecker
The trouble / is: this stirs / a real mean- / ing. / Humanity / is engaged—/ on equal burial.
English Singers-/ They came in sing-/ ing and we/ not ut walking.
The monster died / of his last breath, / ate a honey and / grew waxen.
I talk at the top / of my white / resignment.
What a / white muffler / in a dark coat / will do for a / dull man.
Good deed, my / love. The ele- / ment of folk- / time. Nerves / are my past / monogamy, / said her arms / going farther. / Rock me out.
Summer—/ I don't hum / the least of my / resistance, / I give it a fly.
Sweet ears, / attentive, not / too loud to risk, / rest them in a / madrigal bal- / cony above / any purpose / for not.
All night,/ all night,/ and what is / it on a post-/ card.
Van Gogh's / “Bar”—/ In all free states / the selves un- / mix and walk / the table's / length.
That's sweet / on a target—/ nobody'd know / the ham line. / Holes are too / late nowa- / days. One / freak ass to / wire.
Balcony scene in / Romeo and Juliet—/ a white kerchief / comes into a / pocket shirred / onto a blue silk / gown. / Or from Row / L in the balcony?
I like a / loved one to / be apt in / the wing.
Sweet ekes / of soft drips—/ bathroom / luxuries.