#AmericanWriters
the sky was can dy lu minous
Buffalo Bill 's defunct who used to ride a watersmooth—silver stallion
stinging gold swarms upon the spires silver chants the litanies the
O It’s Nice To Get Up In,the sl… of her riant belly’s fooling bore —When The Sun Begins To(with a p… of hot subliminal lips,as if a sco… of youngest angels suddenly should…
in Just- spring when the world is mud… luscious the little lame baloonman whistles far and wee
somebody knew Lincoln somebody Xe… this man:a narrow thudding timesha… plus innocuous winking hands, care… inhabits number 1 on something str… Spring comes
there is a moon sole in the blue night amorous of waters
somewhere i have never travelled,… any experience, your eyes have the… in your most frail gesture are thi… or which i cannot touch because th… your slightest look easily will un…
hist whist little ghostthings tip-toe twinkle-toe little twitchy
in the rain- darkness, the sunset being sheathed i sit and think of you the holy
writhe and gape of tortured perspective rasp and graze of splintered normality
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
pieces(in darker than small is dirtiest any city’s least street)of mirror lying are each(why
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…
a wind has blown the rain away and… the sky away and all the leaves aw… and the trees stand. I think i to… autumn too long (and what have y…