The Joy of Nossity

I love the free association and surreal imagery, and just the joy of the language. Sometimes I feel these poets weren't writing with any meaning in mind. They were just enjoying the sheer delight of the sounds of these words coming out of their mouths. You can see this rallicking motion happening through the language. When I'm really getting older, 28 and 9, by myself a little off in Berlin, bring her up his mind. No one marries me.