#AmericanWriters
the sky was can dy lu minous
anyone lived in a pretty how town (with up so floating many bells do… spring summer autumn winter he sang his didn’t he danced his d… Women and men(both little and smal…
this(let’s remember)day died again… again;whose golden, crimson dooms… an oceaning abyss of orange dream larger than sky times earth:a flam… sould immemorially forevering am—
i have loved,let us see if that’s… Bit into you as teeth,in the stone of a musical fruit. My lips pleas… on your taste. Jumped the quick w… of your smile into stupid gardens
into the strenuous briefness Life: handorgans and April darkness,friends i charge laughing.
somewhere i have never travelled,… any experience, your eyes have the… in your most frail gesture are thi… or which i cannot touch because th… your slightest look easily will un…
somebody knew Lincoln somebody Xe… this man:a narrow thudding timesha… plus innocuous winking hands, care… inhabits number 1 on something str… Spring comes
hist whist little ghostthings tip-toe twinkle-toe little twitchy
who knows if the moon’s a baloon,coming out of a keen city in the sky—filled with pretty peop… (and if you and i should get into it,if they
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…
(one!) the wisti-twisti barber -pole is climbing people high,up-in tenements talk.in sawdust Voices
III Spring is like a perhaps hand (which comes carefully out of Nowhere)arranging a window, into which people look(w…
nobody loses all the time i had an uncle named Sol who was a born failure and nearly everybody said he should ha… into vaudeville perhaps because my…
I will wade out till my thighs are steeped in burn… I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air Alive
when my love comes to see me it’s just a little like music,a little more like curving colour(sa… orange) against silence,or darkn…