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Augie March Sunset Studies

suns Our favourite sons, our polished metal guns, Plagues, mermaids, setting suns Upon all brave new breeds of old disease on rotten roots of family trees, on sold out universities, Other sunset studies

Over the airwaves tonight, Sailing by a love lonely light, Isn't it blue, but isn't it brighter Than the pilot of a domestic flight Well under this

Scoop my brains and let my heart have action In its thousand million lots, In the dumb city dawn I am senseless and drawn to the sun as the blackbirds

"Well met, well met" said an old true love, "well met, well met" said he, "I have just returned from the salt salt sea, and all for the love of thee

Level your fretting I won't be forgetting the flush of your face When I lifted you level to me And a wattle tree framed your body In whispers welling

lights are burning bright in you Little lights are burning bright in you Orphan leaves of arrested trees divide the street from the gutter As the sunset

know where your good grass grows, I know what your boyfriend knows, I was your good gardener. I saw twilight car waxers, corpulent dog walkers, clean canny couples on the sunset

again, There may still be a next year, who knows? If you're lonely take a drink, there are better things to think, Think on ancient cities, sunsets and

To be, A bee, a moth. Four wings spread for the soft last touch Of glory sun, Remembering blood plums and lips and lemons - One hundred different suns