#AmericanWriters
writhe and gape of tortured perspective rasp and graze of splintered normality
the mind is its own beautiful pris… Mind looked long at the sticky moo… opening in dusk her new wings then decently hanged himself,one a… The last thing he saw was you
when god lets my body be from each brave eye shall sprout a… fruit that dangles therefrom the purpled world will dance upon between my lips which did sing
the wind is a Lady with bright slender eyes(who moves)at sunset and who—touches—the hills without any reason
when thou hast taken thy last appl… the final curtain strikes the worl… leaving to shadowy silence and dis… that stage which shall not know th… lingering a little while i see the…
my smallheaded pearshaped lady in gluey twilight moving,suddenly is three animals. The minute waist continually
i will be M o ving in the Street of her bodyfee 1 inga ro undMe the tr… lovely;muscles-sinke x p i r i… uddeni
Doll’s boy ’s asleep under a stile he sees eight and twenty ladies in a line the first lady
raise the shade will youse dearie? rain wouldn’t that get yer goat but
a blue woman with sticking out bre… clothes. On the line. not so old for the mother of twelve undershir… by is it Bishop Taylor who needs… that marriage is a sure cure for m…
the glory is fallen out of the sky the last immortal leaf is dead and the gold
may i feel said he (i’ll squeal said she just once said he) it’s fun said she (may i touch said he
XXX i sing of Olaf glad and big whose warmest heart recoiled at wa… a conscientious object—or his wellbelovéd colonel(trig
let’s live suddenly without thinki… under honest trees, a stream does.the brain of cleverly-crinkli… -water pursues the angry dream
between the breasts of bestial Marj lie large men who praise Marj’s cleancornered strokable