#Americans Lyric poet
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
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,
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…
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’m shaking from another man but remembering beating you on Sunday evening, a pal of solitude as Veruschka before Adolph Hitler’s lawyers did
I was young once; and on poverty another palace revolution without… Taking the day the field to wards surrender of material posses…
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
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…
The scene changes Five hours later and I come into a room where a clock ticks. I find a pillow to
A quart of champagne, one pill too… and a paper from the state saying… Was it the pills or champagne no simply some orange roses in a glas… on the bureau to transport myth fr…
The quality of mercy is not strained It lieth along the center road It falleth from the nude sky as gentle earth rained
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: “…
God love you Dana my lover lost in the horde on this Friday night, 500 men are moving up
Not as bad as you are And the next time that I see you I shall be old, a figure Couched from under acquaducts Where you still remain abroad a si…
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