#Americans
Tiny green birds skate over the su… A naked girl prepares a basin with… And in the corner away from the he… Of an up-ended chariot slowly turn… After a long moment, the door to t…
These of living emanate a formidab… Which is equal to death, and when… Gives increase eternally. What fortifies in separate thought Is not drawn by wind or by man def…
So it is the duty of the artist to… To extend all boundaries To fog them in right over the plat… To kill only what is ridiculous To establish problem
In the footsteps of the walking ai… Sky’s prophetic chickens weave the… And hillsides lift green wings in… Night in his soft haste bumps on t… And a single drop of dark blood co…
The Dove walks with sticky feet Upon the green crowns of the almon… Its feathers smeared over with war… Like honey That dips lazily down into the sha…
We go out together into the starin… And buy cheese and bread and littl… flowered labels Everywhere is a tent where we put… show
when we were here together in a pl… another. A bit of grass held between the te… wind. What we were we did not know, nor…
Speak softly; sun going down Out of sight. Come near me now. Dear dying fall of wings as birds complain against the gathering dar… Exaggerate the green blood in gras…
There’s a place the man always say Come in here, child No cause you should weep Wolf never catch such a rabbit Golden hair never turn white with…
And all that is this day. . . The boy with cap slung over what h… Somehow the cop will sleep tonight… wife... Anger won’t help. I was born angr…
Man-dirt and stomachs that the sea… of quick lice crawling inland, pla… putting their malethings in any ho… yapping bloody murder while they s… spewing themselves around, priesti…
A beast stands at my eye. I cook my senses in a dark fire. The old wombs rot and the new moth… Approaches with the footsteps of a… Who are the people of this unscale…
The Orange bears with soft friend… Who played with me when I was ten… Christ, before I’d left home they… Their paws smashed in the rolls, t… Seared by hot slag, their soft tru…
Let us have madness openly. O men Of my generation. Let us follow The footsteps of this slaughtered… See it trail across Time’s dim la…
I write the lips of the moon upon… temple of silvery farawayness I gu… For her bed I write a stillness o… world. With the morning breath of… cover her against any hurt.