Writing

Composed of random snippets of text scattered about my room.

Farewell dear babe, the pleasure's the way of God!

We have become a prominent aesthetic in many calm seas

He climbed the crest of handsomest ecstasy!

There were four French round the back at the gate near the rosaries.

Bright bodies crowded were dear boys, she thought!

Half-way up, up, zippers out of bath are better if they begin.

Five bus-loads envy in the khaki offspring to her trim.

Who abroad at best weather-beaten/ at worst divine translation. 

In another house, they say goodbye in thought of the future.

Six outdoor fountains visible in past the spectrum recount each seashore.

A person sits with coffee and pastry in sweaters full.

He took his first moment, then considered the second.

On the terrace is a fatal form in his work

where errors are not lessened in critic's hobbling birth.

The swift forever came up to his unlucky--beyond which they are talking!