#AmericanWriters
Am I to become profligate as if I… as if I were French? Each time my heart is broken it ma… (and how the same names keep recur… list!), but one of these days ther…
Have you forgotten what we were li… when we were still first rate and the day came fat with an apple… it’s no use worrying about Time but we did have a few tricks up ou…
Lana Turner has collapsed! I was trotting along and suddenly it started raining and snowing and you said it was hailing but hailing hits you on the head
Did you see me walking by the Bui… I was thinking of you having a Coke in the heat it was y… I saw on the movie magazine, no it… I was thinking of you
The Sun woke me this morning loud and clear, saying “Hey! I’ve been trying to wake you up for fifteen minutes. Don’t be so rude, you are only the second poet I’ve ever cho…
Mothers of America let your kids go to the movies get them out of the house so they… know what you’re up to it’s true that fresh air is good f…
Oh! kangaroos, sequins, chocolate… You really are beautiful! Pearls, harmonicas, jujubes, aspirins! all the stuff they’ve always talked ab… still makes a poem a surprise!
I understand the boredom of the cl… fatigue shifting like dunes within… a frightful nausea gumming up the… that once was thought aggression i… Do you remember? then how lightly…
515 Madison Avenue door to heaven? portal stopped realities and eternal lice… or at least the jungle of impossib… your marble is bronze and your lia…
So we are taking off our masks, ar… our mouths shut? as if we’d been p… The song of an old cow is not more… than the vapors which escape one’s… so I pull the shadows around me li…
It is 12:20 in New York a Friday three days after Bastille day, yes it is 1959 and I go get a shoeshin… because I will get off the 4:19 in… at 7:15 and then go straight to di…
Not you, lean quarterlies and swar… with your studious incursions towa… nor you, experimental theatre in w… is wedding Poetic Insight perpetu… promenading Grand Opera, obvious…
You do not always know what I am… Last night in the warm spring air… blazing my tirade against someone… interest me, it was love for you that set m…
Now that our hero has come back to… in his white pants and we know his… trembling like a flag under fire, we see the calm cold river is supp… our forces, the beautiful history.
How funny you are today New York like Ginger Rogers in Swingtime and St. Bridget’s steeple leaning… here I have just jumped out of a b… (I got tired of D-days) and blue…