#AmericanWriters
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…
being twelve who hast merely gonorrhea Oldeyed
the bed is not very big a sufficient pillow shoveling her small manure-shaped head one sheet on which distinctly wags at times the weary twig
who knows if the moon’s a baloon,coming out of a keen city in the sky—filled with pretty peop… (and if you and i should get into it,if they
a connotation of infinity sharpens the temporal splendor of… when souls which have forgot frivo… in lowliness,noting the fatal flig… of worlds whereto this earth’s a h…
you asked me to come:it was rainin… and the spring;a clumsy brightness… wonderfully stumbled above the squ… little amorous-tadpole people wigg… battered by stuttering pearl,
the moon is hiding in her hair. The lily of heaven
beyond the brittle towns asleep beyond the brittle towns asleep i look where stealing needles of f… in the last light thread the creeping shores
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
consider O woman this my body. for it has lain
little tree little silent Christmas tree you are so little you are more like a flower who found you in the green forest
why must itself up every of a park anus stick some quote statue unquo… prove that a hero equals any jerk who was afraid to dare to answer “… quote citizens unquote might other…
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…
Who threw the silver dollar up i… … lady who sews and grows every day… ing and that’s the truth,
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…