#AmericanWriters
a connotation of infinity sharpens the temporal splendor of… when souls which have forgot frivo… in lowliness,noting the fatal flig… of worlds whereto this earth’s a h…
I have seen her a stealthily frail flower walking with its fellows in… of light,against whose enormous cu… exactly cubes of tiny fragrance tr… i have watched certain petals rapi…
Thy fingers make early flowers of all things. thy hair mostly the hours love: a smoothness which sings,saying
Sometimes in)Spring a someone will lie(glued among familiar things newly which… transferred with dusk)wondering wh… does not fall into his mind
Picasso you give us things which bulge:grunting lungs pumped full o… you make us shrill
the boys i mean are not refined they go with girls who buck and bi… they do not give a fuck for luck they hump them thirteen times a ni… one hangs a hat upon her tit
the bed is not very big a sufficient pillow shoveling her small manure-shaped head one sheet on which distinctly wags at times the weary twig
god pity me whom(god distinctly ha… the weightless svelte drifting sex… of your shall i say body?follows truly through a dribbling moan of… whose arched occasional stepped yo…
raise the shade will youse dearie? rain wouldn’t that get yer goat but
the hours rise up putting off star… dawn into the street of the sky light w… on earth a candle is extinguished the city
my naked lady framed in twilight is an accident whose niceness betters easily the… of genius— painting w…
of evident invisibles exquisite the hovering at the dark portals of hurt girl eyes sincere with wonder
10 maggie and milly and molly and may went down to the beach(to play one… and maggie discovered a shell that… so sweetly she couldn’t remember h…
and this day it was Spring….us drew lewdly the murmurous minute c… smelloftheworld. We intricately alive,cleaving the luminous stamme… (eagerly just not each other touch…
hist whist little ghostthings tip—toe twinkle—toe little twitchy