#AmericanWriters
hist whist little ghostthings tip—toe twinkle—toe little twitchy
it is at moments after i have drea… of the rare entertainment of your… when(being fool to fancy)i have de… with your peculiar mouth my heart… at moments when the glassy darknes…
whereas by dark really released,th… flame of her indomitable body uses a careful fierceness. Her li… my head gripping for a decision:bu… the terrific fingers which grapple…
but the other day i was passing a certain gate, rain fell(as it will in spring)
of evident invisibles exquisite the hovering at the dark portals of hurt girl eyes sincere with wonder
little tree little silent Christmas tree you are so little you are more like a flower who found you in the green forest
between green mountains sings the flinger of fire beyond red rivers
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
god gloats upon Her stunning flesh… the rechings of Her green body amo… unseen things, things obscene (Who… the caving ages curiously con) —but the lunge of Her hunger softl…
notice the convulsed orange inch o… perching on this silver minute of… We’ll choose the way to the forest… to you,white town whose spires sof… Will take the houseless wisping ru…
since feeling is first who pays any attention to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you; wholly to be a fool
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…
I have seen her a stealthily frail flower walking with its fellows in… of light,against whose enormous cu… exactly cubes of tiny fragrance tr… i have watched certain petals rapi…
Picasso you give us things which bulge:grunting lungs pumped full o… you make us shrill
being twelve who hast merely gonorrhea Oldeyed