#AmericanWriters
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
ladies and gentlemen this little g… with the good teeth and small impo… (is it the Frolic or the Century… ones memory indignantly protests) this little dancer with the tighte…
into the strenuous briefness Life: handorgans and April darkness,friends i charge laughing.
Doll’s boy ’s asleep under a stile he sees eight and twenty ladies in a line the first lady
and what were roses. Perfume?for… forget…or mere Music mounting unsu… twilight but here were somethin… childish,more beautiful almost tha…
Thy fingers make early flowers of all things. thy hair mostly the hours love: a smoothness which sings, saying
Sometimes in)Spring a someone will lie(glued among familiar things newly which… transferred with dusk)wondering wh… does not fall into his mind
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
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
when i have thought of you somewha… much and am become perfectly and simply Lustful….sense a gradual st… of beginning muscle,and what it wi… to me before shutting….understand
of evident invisibles exquisite the hovering at the dark portals of hurt girl eyes sincere with wonder
Humanity i love you because you would rather black the… success than enquire whose soul da… watch-chain which would be embarra… parties and because you
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
one day a nigger caught in his hand a little star no bigger than not to understand “i’ll never let you go
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