#AmericanWriters
the rose is dying the lips of an old man murder the petals hush
i have found what you are like the rain, (Who feathers frightened fields with the superior dust-of-sleep. w… easily the pale club of the wind
this is the garden:colours come an… frail azures fluttering from night… strong silent greens silently ling… absolute lights like baths of gold… This is the garden:pursed lips do…
between green mountains sings the flinger of fire beyond red rivers
If freckles were lovely, and day w… And measles were nice and a lie wa… Life would be delight,— But things couldn’t go right For in such a sad plight
O It’s Nice To Get Up In,the sl… of her riant belly’s fooling bore —When The Sun Begins To(with a p… of hot subliminal lips,as if a sco… of youngest angels suddenly should…
(one!) the wisti-twisti barber -pole is climbing people high,up-in tenements talk.in sawdust Voices
my sonnet is A light goes on in the toiletwindow,that’s straightac… my window,night air bothered with… sort of sublimated tom-tom which quite outdoes the mandolin-
Take for example this: if to the colour of midnight to a more than darkness(which is myself and Paris and all things)the bright
a thing most new complete fragile… which wholly trembling memory unde… —your kiss,the little pushings of… my body sorry when the minute moon is a remarkable splinter in the qu…
it is funny, you will be dead some… By you the mouth hair eyes,and i m… the unique and nervously obscene need;it’s funny. They will all be… knead of lustfulhunched deeplytopl…
the hours rise up putting off star… dawn into the street of the sky light w… on earth a candle is extinguished the city
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…
there is a moon sole in the blue night amorous of waters
O Distinct Lady of my unkempt adoration if I have made a fragile curtain song under the window of your soul