Gulf of Mexico

Shortly I'll leave this house and all its things...

question

how long can a word be stretched before meaning...

How many times has that toothless carny upthrottled the Octopus...

...and I wonder whether it might be a dream in the tall willows...

old night old tumulus night old blanket night warm me...

if asked tell them...

that which we seek can never be tendered...

...the jelly sweet flesh melts there and swoons...

always remote the lilac blooms...

I know the slightest breeze will end this...