#AmericanWriters
into the strenuous briefness Life: handorgans and April darkness,friends i charge laughing.
the hours rise up putting off star… dawn into the street of the sky light w… on earth a candle is extinguished the city
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…
in Just- spring when the world is mud… luscious the little lame baloonman whistles far and wee
in the rain- darkness, the sunset being sheathed i sit and think of you the holy
i spoke to thee with a smile and thou didst not answer thy mouth is as a chord of crimson music
the hills like poets put on purple thought against the magnificent clamor of
this is the garden:colours come an… frail azures fluttering from night… strong silent greens silently ling… absolute lights like baths of gold… This is the garden:pursed lips do…
i was considering how within night’s loose sack a star’s nibbling in- fin
this out of within itself moo ving lump of twilight squirts a tw… ne like nothing verdi slightly knu as and some six cents hit the whig… shaped hathole thangew yelps one s…
between the breasts of bestial Marj lie large men who praise Marj’s cleancornered strokable
Thou aged unreluctant earth who do… with quivering continual thighs in… the thrilling rain the slender par… to toy with thy extraordinary lust… (the sinuous rain which rising fro…
gee i like to think of dead it mea… since darker than little round wat… too cool to be crooked and it’s to… and thick and it loves, every ol… jackknives and kittens and pennies…
beyond the brittle towns asleep beyond the brittle towns asleep i look where stealing needles of f… in the last light thread the creeping shores
hist whist little ghostthings tip—toe twinkle—toe little twitchy