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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
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…
The scene changes Five hours later and I come into a room where a clock ticks. I find a pillow to
to Somes from incarceration, Taunton State… gaunt, ugly deformed broken from the womb, and horribly… at the labor of their forefathers,…
The hollow eyes of shock remain Electric sockets burnt out in the skull. The beauty of men never disappears But drives a blue car through 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.
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
And when that music starts there is no time, she takes you ba… over fifteen years, as if yesterda… a song immortalized. Do you know h… I met her once, with my lover: “…
And with great fear I inhabit the… What wrecks of the mind await me,… to dull the senses, what little I… what more can be taken away? The fear of travelling, of the fut…
I’m shaking from another man but remembering beating you on Sunday evening, a pal of solitude as Veruschka before Adolph Hitler’s lawyers did
A simple poem About love is what I want To write: words Without mystery, but Shoulders touching
'You Talk Of Going But Don’t… ’ Even Have A Suit… (A Series of Repetitions) I will be an old man sometime And live in a dark room somewhere.
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…
God love you Dana my lover lost in the horde on this Friday night, 500 men are moving up
Our age bereft of nobility How can our faces show it? I look for love. My lips stand out dry and cracked with want