#AmericanWriters #Desire #Love #Relationships #SocialCommentaries & & Complicated, Gender Realistic Sexuality
Our age bereft of nobility How can our faces show it? I look for love. My lips stand out dry and cracked with want
And with great fear I inhabit the… What wrecks of the mind await me,… to dull the senses, what little I… what more can be taken away? The fear of travelling, of the fut…
A simple poem About love is what I want To write: words Without mystery, but Shoulders touching
And when that music starts there is no time, she takes you ba… over fifteen years, as if yesterda… a song immortalized. Do you know h… I met her once, with my lover: “…
The scene changes Five hours later and I come into a room where a clock ticks. I find a pillow to
A quart of champagne, one pill too… and a paper from the state saying… Was it the pills or champagne no simply some orange roses in a glas… on the bureau to transport myth fr…
to Somes from incarceration, Taunton State… gaunt, ugly deformed broken from the womb, and horribly… at the labor of their forefathers,…
Gas. A marriage that never existe… and a Fortune stolen from M a d… Who could say wealth provides secu… income lies upon inferiors, inferring sup…
Not as bad as you are And the next time that I see you I shall be old, a figure Couched from under acquaducts Where you still remain abroad a si…
The hollow eyes of shock remain Electric sockets burnt out in the skull. The beauty of men never disappears But drives a blue car through the
I’m shaking from another man but remembering beating you on Sunday evening, a pal of solitude as Veruschka before Adolph Hitler’s lawyers did
From Ellen Needham, indicted for… to Alan Myronwitz’ interdit we go… “Kill them off”, as his unproduced… barely two decades late, with Uncl… Earl Warren
to Ms. Reid & Nana Will Never F… Commencement exercises inhibited by prevalent narcotics less habitu… forbid association to prior or pen… Cambridge excesses in vicinity of…
Destiny lies behind our forces and what lives in the soul dies not. It inhabits our dreams as perpetual as light. As the spring grass flowers,
O poetry, visit this house often, imbue my life with success, leave me not alone, give me a wife and home. Take this curse off