#AmericanWriters
34 my father moved through dooms of l… through sames of am through haves… singing each morning out of each n… my father moved through depths of…
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
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…
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
Thy fingers make early flowers of all things. thy hair mostly the hours love: a smoothness which sings, saying
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 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
i spoke to thee with a smile and thou didst not answer thy mouth is as a chord of crimson music
the sky a silver dissonance by the correct fingers of April resolved into a
XXX i sing of Olaf glad and big whose warmest heart recoiled at wa… a conscientious object—or his wellbelovéd colonel(trig
when the proficient poison of sure… bereaves us of our slow tranquilli… and He without Whose favour nothi… (being of men called Love)upward d… from the mute hugeness of deprivin…
a salesman is an it that stinks Ex… Me whether it’s president of the y… or a jennelman name misder finger… important whether it’s millions of… or just a handful absolutely doesn…
unto thee i burn incense the bowl crackles upon the gloom arise purple pencil… fluent spires of fragrance
the hills like poets put on purple thought against the magnificent clamor of
it is at moments after i have drea… of the rare entertainment of your… when(being fool to fancy)i have de… with your peculiar mouth my heart… at moments when the glassy darknes…