#AmericanWriters
the moon is hiding in her hair. The lily of heaven
this out of within itself moo ving lump of twilight squirts a tw… ne like nothing verdi slightly knu as and some six cents hit the whig… shaped hathole thangew yelps one s…
raise the shade will youse dearie? rain wouldn’t that get yer goat but
i thank You God for most this ama… day:for the leaping greenly spirit… and a blue true dream of sky; and… which is natural which is infinite… (i who have died am alive again to…
in the rain- darkness, the sunset being sheathed i sit and think of you the holy
who’s most afraid of death?thou … utterly afraid,i love of thee (beloved)this and truly i would…
writhe and gape of tortured perspective rasp and graze of splintered normality
god pity me whom(god distinctly ha… the weightless svelte drifting sex… of your shall i say body?follows truly through a dribbling moan of… whose arched occasional stepped yo…
O Thou to whom the musical white… offers her lily inextinguishable, taught by thy tremulous grace brav… Implacable death’s mysteriously sa… rob from her redolent shoulders,
i spoke to thee with a smile and thou didst not answer thy mouth is as a chord of crimson music
i like to think that on the flower you gave me when we loved the far-
swi( across! gold’s rouNdly )ftblac k1(ness)y
since feeling is first who pays any attention to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you; wholly to be a fool
i’ll tell you a dream i had once i… a bar the bar was made of brass ha… lying on the bar it was cOOl i di… Hot and the bar was COOl
and what were roses. Perfume?for… forget…or mere Music mounting unsu… twilight but here were somethin… childish,more beautiful almost tha…