My Weapon One:

beggar honest & calm flowers
ugly indestructible breath way
ward bundle black hour
newspapers lunched lived
inferior to those deprived
poets by night or by day

the mounts   trembling pride
capable of rising   intricate structures
soul several homesick whose countries
The long traveled hand
three companions understanding
holiday push the clocks aside

he presumed   if I were an ox
self-communion what murders caw
somewhere though doubtless
furry cozy calicos
crashing grotesque faces   slicked paw
solid teeth   empty wine box