the bigness of cannon is skilful, but i have seen death’s clever enormous voice which hides in a fragility

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

Where’s Madge then, Madge and her men? buried with Alice in her hair, (but if you ask the rain

O It’s Nice To Get Up In,the sl… of her riant belly’s fooling bore —When The Sun Begins To(with a p… of hot subliminal lips,as if a sco… of youngest angels suddenly should…

listen beloved i dreamed   it appeared that you thought to   escape me and became a great

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—

a blue woman with sticking out bre… clothes.  On the line. not so old for the mother of twelve undershir… by is it Bishop Taylor who needs… that marriage is a sure cure for m…

Paris;this April sunset completel… utters serenely silently a cathedr… before whose upward lean magnifice… the streets turn young with rain, spiral acres of bloated rose

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…

why did you go little fourpaws? you forgot to shut your big eyes. where did you go?