#AmericanWriters #Desire #Love #Relationships #SocialCommentaries & & Complicated, Gender Realistic Sexuality
It is Friday night, a lone bird h… in the sky. And there is desire he… in my heart to go to town and ming… with the crowds. Sailors in white suits, barflies
The quality of mercy is not strained It lieth along the center road It falleth from the nude sky as gentle earth rained
A simple poem About love is what I want To write: words Without mystery, but Shoulders touching
to Ms. Reid & Nana Will Never F… Commencement exercises inhibited by prevalent narcotics less habitu… forbid association to prior or pen… Cambridge excesses in vicinity of…
Destiny lies behind our forces and what lives in the soul dies not. It inhabits our dreams as perpetual as light. As the spring grass flowers,
Our age bereft of nobility How can our faces show it? I look for love. My lips stand out dry and cracked with want
O poetry, visit this house often, imbue my life with success, leave me not alone, give me a wife and home. Take this curse off
A quart of champagne, one pill too… and a paper from the state saying… Was it the pills or champagne no simply some orange roses in a glas… on the bureau to transport myth fr…
Not as bad as you are And the next time that I see you I shall be old, a figure Couched from under acquaducts Where you still remain abroad a si…
For I have seen love and his face is choice Heart of H… a flesh of pure fire, fusing from… where all Motion is one. And I have known
Gas. A marriage that never existe… and a Fortune stolen from M a d… Who could say wealth provides secu… income lies upon inferiors, inferring sup…
I have never stopped loving him from the first moment I cast eyes… although they made us rob Brink’s whether up the chimney. he stopped loving me
I sit in Lees. At 11:40 PM with Jimmy the pusher. He teaches me Ju Ju. Hot on the table before us shrimp foo yong, rice and mushroom chow yuke. Up the street under the…
Yes I put her away. But now life flares up As safe as China in a cup You hear the droppings of her heart.
Death is an unforgiven That’s what we have in common language an act of sharing words. Coming tears will do it Where there’s smoke