#1950 #Xaipe
somewhere i have never travelled,… any experience, your eyes have the… in your most frail gesture are thi… or which i cannot touch because th… your slightest look easily will un…
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
Picasso you give us things which bulge:grunting lungs pumped full o… you make us shrill
the poem her belly marched through… one army. From her nostrils to h… she smelled of silence. The insp… of her glad leg pulled into a sole… my separate lusts
between the breasts of bestial Marj lie large men who praise Marj’s cleancornered strokable
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…
light cursed falling in a singular… her,rain-warm-naked … (little careful hunks-of-lilac lau… from the world prettily upward,moc…
of evident invisibles exquisite the hovering at the dark portals of hurt girl eyes sincere with wonder
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-
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
III Spring is like a perhaps hand (which comes carefully out of Nowhere)arranging a window, into which people look(w…
Where’s Madge then, Madge and her men? buried with Alice in her hair, (but if you ask the rain
my mind is a big hunk of irrevocable nothing… taste and smell and hearing and si… chipping with sharp fatal tools in an agony of sensual chisels i p…
since feeling is first who pays any attention to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you; wholly to be a fool
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.