#AmericanWriters
my naked lady framed in twilight is an accident whose niceness betters easily the… of genius— painting w…
i walked the boulevard i saw a dirty child skating on noisy wheels of joy pathetic dress fluttering behind her a mothermonster
O It’s Nice To Get Up In,the sl… of her riant belly’s fooling bore —When The Sun Begins To(with a p… of hot subliminal lips,as if a sco… of youngest angels suddenly should…
Thou in whose sword-great story sh… Of history her heroes, sounds the… Of those vast armies of the marchi… With standards and the neighing of… Moving to war across the smiling m…
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…
unto thee i burn incense the bowl crackles upon the gloom arise purple pencil… fluent spires of fragrance
Buffalo Bill ’s defunct who used to ride a watersmooth-silve… …
who sharpens every dull here comes the only man reminding with his bell to disappear a sun and out of houses pour
Thou aged unreluctant earth who do… with quivering continual thighs in… the thrilling rain the slender par… to toy with thy extraordinary lust… (the sinuous rain which rising fro…
Doll’s boy ’s asleep under a stile he sees eight and twenty ladies in a line the first lady
“next to of course god america i love you land of the pilgrims’ and… say can you see by the dawn’s earl… country 'tis of centuries come and… and are no more what of it we shou…
raise the shade will youse dearie? rain wouldn’t that get yer goat but
but the other day i was passing a certain gate, rain fell(as it will in spring)
why did you go little fourpaws? you forgot to shut your big eyes. where did you go?
a thing most new complete fragile… which wholly trembling memory unde… —your kiss,the little pushings of… my body sorry when the minute moon is a remarkable splinter in the qu…