#Americans Lyric poet
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
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
Death is an unforgiven That’s what we have in common language an act of sharing words. Coming tears will do it Where there’s smoke
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
God love you Dana my lover lost in the horde on this Friday night, 500 men are moving up
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…
'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.
Our age bereft of nobility How can our faces show it? I look for love. My lips stand out dry and cracked with want
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…
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 sit in Lees. At 11:40 PM with Jimmy the pusher. He teaches me Ju Ju. Hot on the table before us shrimp foo yong, rice and mushroom chow yuke. Up the street under the…
It is Friday night, a lone bird h… in the sky. And there is desire he… in my heart to go to town and ming… with the crowds. Sailors in white suits, barflies
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
The scene changes Five hours later and I come into a room where a clock ticks. I find a pillow to