#AmericanWriters
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
Lady of Silence from the winsome cage of thy body rose through the sensible
the wind is a Lady with bright slender eyes(who moves)at sunset and who—touches—the hills without any reason
i will be M o ving in the Street of her bodyfee 1 inga ro undMe the tr… lovely;muscles-sinke x p i r i… uddeni
i walked the boulevard i saw a dirty child skating on noisy wheels of joy pathetic dress fluttering behind her a mothermonster
I like my body when it is with you… body. It is so quite new a thing. Muscles better and nerves more. i like your body. i like what it… i like its hows. i like to feel t…
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
r—p—o—p—h—e—s—s—a—g—r who a)s w(e loo)k
perhaps it is to feel strike the silver fish of her nakedness with fins sharply pleasant,my youth has travelled toward her the… or to snare the timid like
(one!) the wisti-twisti barber -pole is climbing people high,up-in tenements talk.in sawdust Voices
between the breasts of bestial Marj lie large men who praise Marj’s cleancornered strokable
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
when you went away it was morning (that is,big horses;light feeling… streets;heels taking derbies (wher… hurriedly hunched over swill;one b… trolley imposingly empty;snickerin…
Doll’s boy ’s asleep under a stile he sees eight and twenty ladies in a line the first lady
i like to think that on the flower you gave me when we loved the far-