#AmericanWriters
here is little Effie’s head whose brains are made of gingerbre… when the judgment day comes God will find six crumbs stooping by the coffinlid
there is a moon sole in the blue night amorous of waters
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
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…
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…
even a pencil has fear to do the posed body luckily made a pen is dreadfully afraid of her of this of the smile’s two eyes….too, since the world’s but
i carry your heart with me(i carry… my heart)i am never without it(any… i go you go, my dear;and whatever… by only me is your doing, my darli… i fear
O Thou to whom the musical white… offers her lily inextinguishable, taught by thy tremulous grace brav… Implacable death’s mysteriously sa… rob from her redolent shoulders,
goodby Betty,don’t remember me pencil your eyes dear and have a g… with the tall tight boys at Tabari… s,keep your teeth snowy, stick to… wear dark,and where your meeting b…
the wind is a Lady with bright slender eyes(who moves)at sunset and who—touches—the hills without any reason
a kike is the most dangerous machine as yet invented by even yankee ingenu ity(out of a jew a few dead dollars and some twisted laws…
the mind is its own beautiful pris… Mind looked long at the sticky moo… opening in dusk her new wings then decently hanged himself,one a… The last thing he saw was you
the poem her belly marched through… one army. From her nostrils to h… she smelled of silence. The insp… of her glad leg pulled into a sole… my separate lusts
in Just- spring when the world is mud… luscious the little lame baloonman whistles far and wee
a clown’s smirk in the skull of a… (where once good lips stalked or e… my mirror gives me on this afterno… i am a shape that can but eat and… ere with the dirt death shall him…