#AmericanWriters
somewhere i have never travelled,… any experience, your eyes have the… in your most frail gesture are thi… or which i cannot touch because th… your slightest look easily will un…
when life is quite through with and leaves say alas, much is to do for the swallow,that closes a flight in the blue;
hist whist little ghostthings tip—toe twinkle—toe little twitchy
my girl’s tall with hard long eyes as she stands,with her long hard h… silence on her dress,good for slee… is her long hard body filled with… like a white shocking wire, when s…
Who threw the silver dollar up i… … lady who sews and grows every day… ing and that’s the truth,
a blue woman with sticking out bre… clothes. On the line. not so old for the mother of twelve undershir… by is it Bishop Taylor who needs… that marriage is a sure cure for m…
who knows if the moon’s a baloon,coming out of a keen city in the sky—filled with pretty peop… (and if you and i should get into it,if they
34 my father moved through dooms of l… through sames of am through haves… singing each morning out of each n… my father moved through depths of…
in Just- spring when the world is… luscious the little lame balloonman whistles far and…
stinging gold swarms upon the spires silver chants the litanies the
swi( across! gold’s rouNdly )ftblac k1(ness)y
Picasso you give us things which bulge:grunting lungs pumped full o… you make us shrill
my mind is a big hunk of irrevocable nothing… taste and smell and hearing and si… chipping with sharp fatal tools in an agony of sensual chisels i p…
i have loved,let us see if that’s… Bit into you as teeth,in the stone of a musical fruit. My lips pleas… on your taste. Jumped the quick w… of your smile into stupid gardens
a clown’s smirk in the skull of a… (where once good lips stalked or e… my mirror gives me on this afterno… i am a shape that can but eat and… ere with the dirt death shall him…
