(1959)
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I was young once; and on poverty another palace revolution without… Taking the day the field to wards surrender of material posses…
Our age bereft of nobility How can our faces show it? I look for love. My lips stand out dry and cracked with want
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…
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
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
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
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…
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
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
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…
to Somes from incarceration, Taunton State… gaunt, ugly deformed broken from the womb, and horribly… at the labor of their forefathers,…
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…
Perhaps some day you shall find me… as I blow smoke out my mouth While you walk the riverbank in the rain on Sunday evening. Looking for jazz, hearing love’s b…
'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.
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,