#AmericanWriters
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…
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…
being twelve who hast merely gonorrhea Oldeyed
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
your little voice Over the wires… and i felt suddenly dizzy With the jostling and shoutin…
and this day it was Spring….us drew lewdly the murmurous minute c… smelloftheworld. We intricately alive,cleaving the luminous stamme… (eagerly just not each other touch…
cruelly,love walk the autumn long; the last flower in whose hair, they lips are cold with songs for which is
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…
Thy fingers make early flowers of all things. thy hair mostly the hours love: a smoothness which sings,saying
suppose Life is an old man carrying flower… young death sits in a café smiling,a piece of money held betw… his thumb and first finger
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
one day a nigger caught in his hand a little star no bigger than not to understand “i’ll never let you go
Buffalo Bill ’s defunct who used to ride a watersmooth-silve… …
i spoke to thee with a smile and thou didst not answer thy mouth is as a chord of crimson music
when my love comes to see me it’s just a little like music,a little more like curving colour(sa… orange) against silence,or darkn…