#AmericanWriters
Melancholy breakfast blue overhead blue underneath the silent egg thinks and the toaster’s electrical ear waits
It’s my lunch hour, so I go for a walk among the hum-colored cabs. First, down the sidewalk where laborers feed their dirty glistening torsos sandwiches
When music is far enough away the eyelid does not often move and objects are still as lavender without breath or distant rejoinde… The cloud is then so subtly dragge…
If I rest for a moment near The… pausing for a liver sausage sandwi… that angel seems to be leading the… and I am naked as a table cloth, m… Close to the fear of war and the s…
Hate is only one of many responses true, hurt and hate go hand in han… but why be afraid of hate, it is o… think of filth, is it really aweso… neither is hate
I understand the boredom of the cl… fatigue shifting like dunes within… a frightful nausea gumming up the… that once was thought aggression i… Do you remember? then how lightly…
My quietness has a man in it, he i… and he carries me quietly, like a… He has several likenesses, like st… My quietness has a number of naked… so many pistols I have borrowed to…
You are so serious, as if a glacier spoke in your ear or you had to walk through the great gate of Kiev to get to the living room.
So we are taking off our masks, ar… our mouths shut? as if we’d been p… The song of an old cow is not more… than the vapors which escape one’s… so I pull the shadows around me li…
Wet heat drifts through the aftern… like a campus dog, a fraternity gh… waiting to stay home from football… The arches are empty clear to the… Except for the leaves: those lashe…
Mothers of America let your kids go to the movies get them out of the house so they… know what you’re up to it’s true that fresh air is good f…
I’m not going to cry all the time nor shall I laugh all the time, I don’t prefer one “strain” to ano… I’d have the immediacy of a bad mo… not just a sleeper, but also the b…
Have you forgotten what we were li… when we were still first rate and the day came fat with an apple… it’s no use worrying about Time but we did have a few tricks up ou…
I know so much about things, I accept so much, it’s like vomiting. And I am nourished by the
My heart’s aflutter! I am standing in the bath tub crying. Mother, mother who am I? If he will just come back once