#AmericanWriters
'You Talk Of Going But Don’t… ’ Even Have A Suit… (A Series of Repetitions) I will be an old man sometime And live in a dark room somewhere.
Yes I put her away. But now life flares up As safe as China in a cup You hear the droppings of her heart.
A simple poem About love is what I want To write: words Without mystery, but Shoulders touching
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…
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
For I have seen love and his face is choice Heart of H… a flesh of pure fire, fusing from… where all Motion is one. And I have known
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
Our age bereft of nobility How can our faces show it? I look for love.
God love you Dana my lover lost in the horde on this Friday night, 500 men are moving up
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
The scene changes Five hours later and I come into a room where a clock ticks. I find a pillow to
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…
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 quality of mercy is not strained It lieth along the center road It falleth from the nude sky as gentle earth rained
I was young once; and on poverty another palace revolution without… Taking the day the field to wards surrender of material posses…
