#Americans Lyric poet
Destiny lies behind our forces and what lives in the soul dies not. It inhabits our dreams as perpetual as light. As the spring grass flowers,
I have never stopped loving him from the first moment I cast eyes… although they made us rob Brink’s whether up the chimney. he stopped loving me
A simple poem About love is what I want To write: words Without mystery, but Shoulders touching
to Ms. Reid & Nana Will Never F… Commencement exercises inhibited by prevalent narcotics less habitu… forbid association to prior or pen… Cambridge excesses in vicinity of…
Perhaps some day you shall find me… as I blow smoke out my mouth While you walk the riverbank in the rain on Sunday evening. Looking for jazz, hearing love’s b…
The hollow eyes of shock remain Electric sockets burnt out in the skull. The beauty of men never disappears But drives a blue car through the
And when that music starts there is no time, she takes you ba… over fifteen years, as if yesterda… a song immortalized. Do you know h… I met her once, with my lover: “…
Gas. A marriage that never existe… and a Fortune stolen from M a d… Who could say wealth provides secu… income lies upon inferiors, inferring sup…
I sit in Lees. At 11:40 PM with Jimmy the pusher. He teaches me Ju Ju. Hot on the table before us shrimp foo yong, rice and mushroom chow yuke. Up the street under the…
For I have seen love and his face is choice Heart of H… a flesh of pure fire, fusing from… where all Motion is one. And I have known
It is Friday night, a lone bird h… in the sky. And there is desire he… in my heart to go to town and ming… with the crowds. Sailors in white suits, barflies
to Somes from incarceration, Taunton State… gaunt, ugly deformed broken from the womb, and horribly… at the labor of their forefathers,…
Our age bereft of nobility How can our faces show it? I look for love. My lips stand out dry and cracked with want
God love you Dana my lover lost in the horde on this Friday night, 500 men are moving up
I’m shaking from another man but remembering beating you on Sunday evening, a pal of solitude as Veruschka before Adolph Hitler’s lawyers did