Xaipe: Seventy-One Poems
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a clown’s smirk in the skull of a… (where once good lips stalked or e… my mirror gives me on this afterno… i am a shape that can but eat and… ere with the dirt death shall him…
Where’s Madge then, Madge and her men? buried with Alice in her hair, (but if you ask the rain
between the breasts of bestial Marj lie large men who praise Marj’s cleancornered strokable
i was considering how within night’s loose sack a star’s nibbling in- fin
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…
Thy fingers make early flowers of all things. thy hair mostly the hours love: a smoothness which sings,saying
between green mountains sings the flinger of fire beyond red rivers
the boys i mean are not refined they go with girls who buck and bi… they do not give a fuck for luck they hump them thirteen times a ni… one hangs a hat upon her tit
who sharpens every dull here comes the only man reminding with his bell to disappear a sun and out of houses pour
when you went away it was morning (that is,big horses;light feeling… streets;heels taking derbies (wher… hurriedly hunched over swill;one b… trolley imposingly empty;snickerin…
Sometimes in)Spring a someone will lie(glued among familiar things newly which… transferred with dusk)wondering wh… does not fall into his mind
the sky was can dy lu minous
whereas by dark really released,th… flame of her indomitable body uses a careful fierceness. Her li… my head gripping for a decision:bu… the terrific fingers which grapple…
i walked the boulevard i saw a dirty child skating on noisy wheels of joy pathetic dress fluttering behind her a mothermonster
Lady of Silence from the winsome cage of thy body rose through the sensible
