Xaipe: Seventy-One Poems
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Thy fingers make early flowers of all things. thy hair mostly the hours love: a smoothness which sings,saying
consider O woman this my body. for it has lain
If freckles were lovely, and day w… And measles were nice and a lie wa… Life would be delight,— But things couldn’t go right For in such a sad plight
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…
r—p—o—p—h—e—s—s—a—g—r who a)s w(e loo)k upnowgath PPEGORHRASS
who sharpens every dull here comes the only man reminding with his bell to disappear a sun and out of houses pour
listen beloved i dreamed it appeared that you thought to escape me and became a great
hush) noones are coming out in the gloam ing together are
OVER silent waters day descending night ascending floods the gentle glory of the sun… In a golden greeting
a kike is the most dangerous machine as yet invented by even yankee ingenu ity(out of a jew a few dead dollars and some twisted laws…
if I should sleep with a lady call… get another man with firmer lips to take your new mouth in his teet… (hips pumping pleasure into hips). Seeing how the limp huddling strin…
the glory is fallen out of the sky the last immortal leaf is dead and the gold
i like to think that on the flower you gave me when we loved the far-
i walked the boulevard i saw a dirty child skating on noisy wheels of joy pathetic dress fluttering behind her a mothermonster
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…