My education was the liberty I had to read indiscriminately and all the time, with my eyes hanging out.
Now behind the eyes and secrets of the dreamers in the streets rocked to sleep by the sea, see the titbits and topsyturvies, bobs and buttontops, bags and bones, ash and rind and dandruff and nailparings, saliva and snowflakes and moulted feathers of dreams, the wrecks and sprats and shells and fishbones, whale-juice and moonshine and small salt fry dished up by the hidden sea.
And on seesaw Sunday nights, I'd woo who ever I would with my wicked eye!
This world is half the devil's and my own, Daft with the drug that's smoking in a girl and curling round the bud that forks her eye.
Let the dry eyes perceive Others betray the lamenting lies of their losses By the curve of the nude mouth or the laugh up the sleeve.
The photograph is married to the eye, Grafts on its bride one-sided skins of truth.
When logics die, The secret of the soil grows through the eye, And blood jumps in the sun; Above the waste allotments the dawn halts.
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