#AmericanWriters
Tumbling-hair picker of buttercups … dandelions And the big bullying daisies
between the breasts of bestial Marj lie large men who praise Marj’s cleancornered strokable
three wealthy sisters swore they’d… Soul was(i understand) seduced by Life;whose brother marr… now Mrs Death. Poor Mind
perhaps it is to feel strike the silver fish of her nakedness with fins sharply pleasant,my youth has travelled toward her the… or to snare the timid like
here is little Effie’s head whose brains are made of gingerbre… when the judgment day comes God will find six crumbs stooping by the coffinlid
All in green went my love riding on a great horse of gold into the silver dawn. four lean hounds crouched low and… the merry deer ran before.
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
a salesman is an it that stinks Ex… Me whether it’s president of the y… or a jennelman name misder finger… important whether it’s millions of… or just a handful absolutely doesn…
O sweet spontaneous earth how often have the doting fingers of
i have loved,let us see if that’s… Bit into you as teeth,in the stone of a musical fruit. My lips pleas… on your taste. Jumped the quick w… of your smile into stupid gardens
in Just- spring when the world is mud… luscious the little lame baloonman whistles far and wee
swim so now million many worlds in… least less than particle of perfec… how should a loudness called manki… whole infinite the who of life’s l… what silence)?” “Worlds? o no:i’m…
since feeling is first who pays any attention to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you; wholly to be a fool
hist whist little ghostthings tip-toe twinkle-toe little twitchy
I will wade out till my thighs are steeped in burn… I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air Alive