#AmericanWriters
Take for example this: if to the colour of midnight to a more than darkness(which is myself and Paris and all things)the bright
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…
the wind is a Lady with bright slender eyes(who moves)at sunset and who—touches—the hills without any reason
after five times the poem of thy remembrance surprises with refrain of unreasoning summer
stinging gold swarms upon the spires silver chants the litanies the
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
your little voice Over the wires… and i felt suddenly dizzy With the jostling and shoutin…
swi( across! gold’s rouNdly )ftblac k1(ness)y
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…
may i feel said he (i’ll squeal said she just once said he) it’s fun said she (may i touch said he
why did you go little fourpaws? you forgot to shut your big eyes. where did you go?
hist whist little ghostthings tip—toe twinkle—toe little twitchy
here is little Effie’s head whose brains are made of gingerbre… when the judgment day comes God will find six crumbs stooping by the coffinlid
purer than purest pure whisper of a whisper so(big with innocence) forgivingly a once of eager glory, no
i like to think that on the flower you gave me when we loved the far-