#Americans
I exchange eyes with the Mad Qu… the mirror crashes against my fa… and bursts into a thousand suns all over the city flags crackle… fog horns scream in the harbor
The Sun! the Sun! a fish in the aquarium of sky or golden net to snare the butterf… of soul or else the hole
I, The Sun, Lord of the Sky, sojourning in the Land of Sky, being of sound mind and memory, do hereby make, publish and declare the following to be my Last Will and Testament, hereby re...
In scarlet tunic rare a concubine With subtle limbs, and breasts lai… For me to kiss. Soft eyes that sa… A nubile maiden slave, intensely f… Strange frightened rose. A pagan…
The mirror crashes against my face and bursts into a thousand suns. all over the city flags cracle and bang. Fog horns scream in the harbor. The wind hurricanes through the window. Torn...
(Self-Portrait) Omens and Astrology. A desert flat and undisturbed, stupid and forlorn. Sunless. a caravan of failures. Pons Asinorum and the Feast of the Ass and revolt against standar...
Unwedded from the world, I stray… To where a pool lies mirrored in t… A disk of polished gold that I ha… With labours not unknown to Hercu… Slender they bathe, all naked as a…
You’ve slipped from out your eveni… Before the polished lookingglass,… Unclasping frail corsage, while yo… Your blushing charms. Your waywar… Intrigue, as slowly you remove the…
Thorn beneath the milk-white Crowned with In the flesh Thorns beneath the Rose without
I never go to church to pray Among the crowded pews Nor kneel before a crucifix To hail the king of Jews I never say a prayer
What is your feeling about the rev… The revolutionary spirit of our… In Nine Decades a Mad Queen shall be born.
O ye who claim to be our loyal fri… Come now and build for us a funera… And lay our emptied bodies on the… Pray for our souls, murmur your sa… And while the gold and scarlet fla…
I have invited our little seamstress to take her thread and needle and sew our two mouths together. I have asked the village blacksmith to forge golden chains to tie our ankles together...
You business men with your large desks with your stenographers and your bell-boys and your private telephones I say to you these are the four walls of your cage. You are tame as canarie...
what was the moment of coition lik… come Zariba let down your gates turn turtle all you captives of th… square suns walled in by darkness from the cry…