#AmericanWriters
Boss of all bosses of the universe… Mr. know-it-all, wheeler-dealer, w… And whatever else you’re good at. Go ahead, shuffle your zeros tonig… Dip in ink the comets’ tails.
O crows circling over my head and… I admit to being, at times, Suddenly, and without the slightes… Exceedingly happy. On a morning otherwise sunless,
This last continent Still to be discovered. My hand is dreaming, is building Its ship. For crew it takes A pack of bones, for food
They arrive inside They object at evening. There’s no one to meet them. The lamps they carry Cast their shadows
I liked my little hole, Its window facing a brick wall. Next door there was a piano. A few evenings a month a crippled old man came to play
The truth is dark under your eyeli… What are you going to do about it? The birds are silent; there’s no o… All day long you’ll squint at the… When the wind blows you’ll shiver…
The brightly-painted horse Had a boy’s face, And four small wheels Under his feet, Plus a long string
To find clues where there are none… That’s my job now, I said to the Dictionary on my desk. The world… My window has grown illegible, And so has the clock on the wall.
How much death works, No one knows what a long Day he puts in. The little Wife always alone Ironing death’s laundry.
Executioner happy to explain How his wristwatch works As he shadows me on the street. I call him that because he is grim… And wears black.
As an ant is powerless Against a raised boot, And only has an instant To have a bright idea or two. The black boot so polished,
One shows me how to lie down in a… Another how to slip my hand under… Another how to kiss with a mouth f… Another how to catch fireflies in… Here is a stable with a single bla…
A world’s disappearing. Little street, You were too narrow, Too much in the shade already. You had only one dog,
Your mother carried you Out of the smoking ruins of a buil… And set you down on this sidewalk Like a doll bundled in burnt rags, Where you now stood years later
The mail truck goes down the coast Carrying a single letter. At the end of a long pier The bored seagull lifts a leg now… And forgets to put it down.