#AmericanWriters
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
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: “…
A simple poem About love is what I want To write: words Without mystery, but Shoulders touching
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 was young once; and on poverty another palace revolution without… Taking the day the field to wards surrender of material posses…
Yes I put her away. But now life flares up As safe as China in a cup You hear the droppings of her heart.
Death is an unforgiven That’s what we have in common language an act of sharing words. Coming tears will do it Where there’s smoke
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,…
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
The scene changes Five hours later and I come into a room where a clock ticks. I find a pillow to
Our age bereft of nobility How can our faces show it? I look for love. My lips stand out dry and cracked with want
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…
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…
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
