#A.E. Stallings: Recitative

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R. Kikuo Johnson

"Recitative." Comic strip adapted from the poem by A.E. Stallings

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Untitled Poem # 11

Love your little favor, he how I’ve next to myself ascribe, under coats. An old one like a fox, day brought it down, O the silly is for buckle tongue that should be that the holy fled, and brough inside the same film overs comes again, I see on the arias of the old on the stantly? Crossbeam of a lessed sight. With morning Like the othere as which your diviner forehead; Among which, with or honor’s loves flame, The many good think above Brought When it. Anyway Nothink about recall me, And draw and time in her, Friendship like. Miss in tight because she’s tree— The pipes chasted thinking it over, And which will entreathings colder? Purification, and bred, and sternly. Comfort I have been no help, and the stuck her truth In May we could takes above His falls of death do we were is for panties’ expens neighbors had a new glove. The must till enlarge the eyes of a fox, day brought to have sure. Who, as white, pure as time anymore in the with more. But not the stuck her night and break. The base of whom I flame, like a miragedy. Among white, pure as tragedy. The hall— A is restored like the foot of the will men all in now Just freely near a beauty be sure. Enlarge, from the wing the clattered gave you leapt. Air; Yet give me the leave of a fox, daybreak.

[short-little-rhymes]

Recitative (an excerpt)

But we were young, did not need much To make us laugh instead, and touch, And could not hear ourselves above The arias of death and love. -A.E. Stallings

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Untitled Poem # 8

To embrace; I love and day brought I’d lost. Purification in the shot. Fancied sight I wak'd, she fled, and touch, And red with a wild desire; I love your arms when they’re wet with more tongue than alive less littler than a wave is less always than forgive it is more thinner than to win less never be an oil painting or Old Master’s charcoal sketch: you are like a ring, the seed Of eloquence will die too, but not today: you, incommensurate, there where you, and free of any eden we can, the sea love is most mad and more it cannot we delude the center of the annulus—a planet floats therefore and nothing down the mind. The light lies Lit with ruby wine, And say with more delight. A lily, an aster, waking up from the dream of cloud, forgetting it over. Not today: you, incommensurate, there is no snow still arriving love. Enmesh Your kisses against my fancied sight Her face with ruby wine, And red with wine And laughs at this case, would address this moments after, long moments later, hands when the other than a wave is less it shall unbe than a wound. And an old one at the sea, salt-sweet (trees and seas have Brought I saw my late espoused saint Her face with us perpetual night. In waves, shaken by light Or the annulus—a planet floats there is no sin love.

[libidomechanica]

❛Had to one level: ❜

Had to one level: spatterfly, as time agains case, would be problem withough inside most remove? Not compared I seek that my hair? Not for one in my hair lipse angular figure and subside measure. Staying his shine on then did not be truly sun, To warm you, you are momen dancing armed ease, and the hand tired anythink? Thine about the long through for once at the fireworks grilliant aflame, And the between fall in time agains case, all we continuous dove. If he saintlines. Thou, your arms, It muscles of love the bar, All her eyes we, Nothing inside me they dost the radiator grind, like the even awe, just a delayed as we were rest of a virgin’s blame. Just the cold, call princes, Love, tell countain road, And stranges everythin finger side most real, I see of regard— how the families dragging from the bank must appetite bleach to harves bliss, breasts, thy motion the South In thout it was for me the rest of the water he moment, We loved right, we arms, With me. Still entern; and all in my poor heart have and the love you. The momen the for one And what this complicit say will So kiss me their bodies, and I thou this remove? Summoned on us? These watching their brill fragrant afterimage our prentities: myself withing dwindows, and most the hands when the object, Jackhammers and fuels good sex.

[libidomechanica]

Untitled Poem # 5

O too than you have, to rectify your palate, An olive, capers, or some better book to us, Of which I hate those experiments on animals, varnished bats, blinded rabbits, cows with window by the bed, Echoing inside my head, Alley cats expended breath, light whisper, tender semi-tone, Bright eyes, accomplish’d shape, and lie, so you will feel a hand upon your heart, how like you this? Change O too than you this? And touch, And could not hear ourselves above The arias of love and death. Was wiser too than you this? Take off our coats. Of. No dream: I lay broad waking.