#AmericanWriters
The opals hiding your lids as you sleep, as you ride ponies mysteriously, spring to bloom like the blue flowers of autumn each nine o’clock. And curls
is even more fun than going to San… or being sick to my stomach on the… partly because in your orange shir… partly because of my love for you,… partly because of the fluorescent…
I wanted to be sure to reach you; though my ship was on the way it g… in some moorings. I am always tyin… and then deciding to depart. In st… at sunset, with the metallic coils…
The eager note on my door said “C… call when you get in!" so I quickl… a few tangerines into my overnight… straightened my eyelids and should… headed straight for the door. It…
You do not always know what I am… Last night in the warm spring air… blazing my tirade against someone… interest me, it was love for you that set m…
Oh! kangaroos, sequins, chocolate… You really are beautiful! Pearls, harmonicas, jujubes, aspirins! all the stuff they’ve always talked ab… still makes a poem a surprise!
My heart’s aflutter! I am standing in the bath tub crying. Mother, mother who am I? If he will just come back once
Perhaps it is to avoid some great… as in a Restoration tragedy the he… O for a long sound sleep and so fo… that one flies, soaring above the… veering upward from the pavement a…
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…
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…
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…
Did you see me walking by the Bui… I was thinking of you having a Coke in the heat it was y… I saw on the movie magazine, no it… I was thinking of you
How funny you are today New York like Ginger Rogers in Swingtime and St. Bridget’s steeple leaning… here I have just jumped out of a b… (I got tired of D-days) and blue…
Am I to become profligate as if I… as if I were French? Each time my heart is broken it ma… (and how the same names keep recur… list!), but one of these days ther…
It is almost three I sit at the marble top sorting poems, miserable the little lamp glows feebly I don’t glow at all