#AmericanWriters
Lana Turner has collapsed! I was trotting along and suddenly it started raining and snowing and you said it was hailing but hailing hits you on the head
It is almost three I sit at the marble top sorting poems, miserable the little lamp glows feebly I don’t glow at all
Melancholy breakfast blue overhead blue underneath the silent egg thinks and the toaster’s electrical ear waits
Mothers of America let your kids go to the movies get them out of the house so they… know what you’re up to it’s true that fresh air is good f…
I’m not going to cry all the time nor shall I laugh all the time, I don’t prefer one “strain” to ano… I’d have the immediacy of a bad mo… not just a sleeper, but also the b…
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…
After the first glass of vodka you can accept just about anything of life even your own mysteriousne… you think it is nice that a box of matches is purple and brown and…
I know so much about things, I accept so much, it’s like vomiting. And I am nourished by the
At night Chinamen jump on Asia with a thump while in our willful way we, in secret, play affectionate games and bruise
Oh! kangaroos, sequins, chocolate… You really are beautiful! Pearls, harmonicas, jujubes, aspirins! all the stuff they’ve always talked ab… still makes a poem a surprise!
You do not always know what I am… Last night in the warm spring air… blazing my tirade against someone… interest me, it was love for you that set m…
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…
Alone at night in the wet city the country’s wit is not memorable. The wind has blown
My heart’s aflutter! I am standing in the bath tub crying. Mother, mother who am I? If he will just come back once
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