Body 13

#230: There Was Something Pleasant And Brazen In The Twinkle

#231: Glass Crashing In Sudden Showers When A Brick Was Hurled From The Street Below

#232: Nothing Like A Good Hot Bath To Make One Feel Like A Parasite

#233: A Slice Of Pickle Which Was Not Flyspecked But Looked It

#234: Photographed Like Two Sardonic White Ovals

#235: Adhesive Plaster, Leeches, Taffy, Wet Socks, Rubber Girdles, Chewing Gum And Tapioca Pudding

#236: No Vendor In The Black Hovel Beyond The Bulb

#237: And Let The Misty Mountain-Winds Be Free

#238: Beside Him A Great Ill-Favoured Jackanape

#239: Distinguished By The Most Frank Attentions On The Part Of His Honest Landlord

#240: Poke The Entrails Of The Grunterranean Fire And Mutter Smoothing Pragnostications

#241: In The Meantime The Morphine Had Its Customary Effect (That Of Enduing All The External World With An Intensity Of Interest)

#242: And What He Held Most Real Was But A Figment Of The Dæmon Of Distraught Mankind

#243: Peasants Had Rooted Out The Weeds And Planted Fields Of White Poppies

#244: Eat Meat By The Quarter-Animal And Wine By The Hogshead

#245: Never Was Gaunt Werewolf So Cruel, Never Hawk So Crazed For Blood

#246: In The Steamy Sensual River-Cave Of My Mind

#247: Not In The Shape Of A Domestic Animal Or A Wild Beast Or Even A Human Being

#248: And Let The Misty Mountain​-​Winds Be Free, Vol. 2

#249: Combine The Austerity Of Bruised Pink Rock Formations And Bitingly Dry Desert Air

#250: Reach For A Cop's Gun

#251: No Different Than The Way Worms Come From A Corpse

#253: Tiny Old Fusty Fireplaces Packed With The Rank Odor Of Urine And White Ash

#254: Nothing But The Wind And The Shore And A Set Of Black Oilskins

#255: Enormous Black Sky Streaked With Fistfuls Of Congealed Fat

#256: Great Brown Dripping Box Of The Lutheran Church Bereft Of Sour Souls

#257: With The Marvelous Dry Morality Of Calico And Beans And Lard

#258: Cankerous Little Bloodshot Rooster Pecking Away At The Dawn In The Empty Yard Of Some Dead Fisherman

#259: This Strange Island Of Bitter Wind And Blighted Blueberries

#260: Chance People On The Bridges To The Isle Of Dogs Look Into A Nether Sky Of Fog

#261: The Earth Has The Odor Of Mushrooms

#262: Looking For The Crypt Or The Granary In Which The Forgotten Parchment Must Lie

#263: I Would Never Trade Your Broken Eyes Or Your Pallor For The Beauty Of All The Angels In Heaven

#264: I Cannot Recall That Face I Looked For Everywhere Throughout My Adult Life

#265: They Did Not Move But Lay Like Fallen Marble Statues Of Lovers

#266: Morphine, Atromol, Narcopon, Philipon, Pantopon, Pabinal, Panopin, Atropin

#267: Idiots, Specters, Penny-Pinchers, Mad Dogs, Braggarts, High-Flown Words, Piss From Above The Clouds

#268: Every Gallery Should Be Bulldozed And The Artists Should All Be Given Thirty Years Hard Labour

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#025: The Comedy Of Repetition

#088: I'm A Loser Baby (So Why Don't You Kill Me?)