#AmericanWriters
The opals hiding your lids as you sleep, as you ride ponies mysteriously, spring to bloom like the blue flowers of autumn each nine o’clock. And curls
Wet heat drifts through the aftern… like a campus dog, a fraternity gh… waiting to stay home from football… The arches are empty clear to the… Except for the leaves: those lashe…
Perhaps it is to avoid some great… as in a Restoration tragedy the he… O for a long sound sleep and so fo… that one flies, soaring above the… veering upward from the pavement a…
Hate is only one of many responses true, hurt and hate go hand in han… but why be afraid of hate, it is o… think of filth, is it really aweso… neither is hate
Is it dirty does it look dirty that’s what you think of in the ci… does it just seem dirty that’s what you think of in the ci…
When I was a child I played by myself in a corner of the schoolyard all alone. I hated dolls and I
It’s my lunch hour, so I go for a walk among the hum-colored cabs. First, down the sidewalk where laborers feed their dirty glistening torsos sandwiches
So we are taking off our masks, ar… our mouths shut? as if we’d been p… The song of an old cow is not more… than the vapors which escape one’s… so I pull the shadows around me li…
Not you, lean quarterlies and swar… with your studious incursions towa… nor you, experimental theatre in w… is wedding Poetic Insight perpetu… promenading Grand Opera, obvious…
Well now, hold on maybe I won’t go to sleep at all and it’ll be a beautiful white nig… or else I’ll collapse completely from nerves and be calm
At night Chinamen jump on Asia with a thump while in our willful way we, in secret, play affectionate games and bruise
Am I to become profligate as if I… as if I were French? Each time my heart is broken it ma… (and how the same names keep recur… list!), but one of these days ther…
Alone at night in the wet city the country’s wit is not memorable. The wind has blown
My quietness has a man in it, he i… and he carries me quietly, like a… He has several likenesses, like st… My quietness has a number of naked… so many pistols I have borrowed to…
Now when I walk around at lunchti… I have only two charms in my pocke… an old Roman coin Mike Kanemitsu… and a bolt-head that broke off a p… when I was in Madrid the others n…