After the poem “In Tearooms, in the Metro,” as suggested by Google.
The end of citation, swim in air tonight, heated butterflied swing
Sinking into your tea of tears, into hasty paperbacks
I saw you tearing a papertowel from the roll
Tiger tears describe Bach’s grief
What is the mood of your mouth? Picoseconds, microseconds
The killing bachelor, the mentalist mechanic, the mermaid of
Venice
He’s a metacritic, a metro bunny jackass
Nuns a’wading, a habit of nunslaughter
Bald orchids, the Middle Ages, rosary robbed, human ash
Sorghum, sortilegio, say out loud each sediment by name
How sun tolerant are your hostas, your flowers, your ferns?
How many lipsticks will measure the distance between the sun
and the earth?
Washing up on her mind’s common beach:
suspensory ligaments, horseshoe crabs, horseradish
He sleeps in wire shade, a theory of a deadman
Circle proofs in latex for free
Prove to me your triangles are similar
Crooked vultures and their thangs
He is a theme park accident
Enthralled, the virgin and child sculpture where god reigns
A Madonna in isolation, her heart full of wind
A heron is eating her goldfish
A herons landing event team
Nest wine, non verbal cues, the No Neck blues band
Netherwing tabard, presence, eggs
Sheenisms in maroon, a reunion in terror, condensed matter