#AmericanWriters
They went home and told their wive… that never once in all their lives… had they known a girl like me, But... They went home. They said my house was licking cle…
Some clichty folks don’t know the facts, posin’ and preenin’ and puttin’ on acts, stretchin’ their backs.
He bad O he bad He make a honky poot. Make it honky’s blue eyes squint
Your hands easy weight, teasing the bees hived in my hair, your smile at th… slope of my cheek. On the occasion, you press
The night has been long, The wound has been deep, The pit has been dark, And the walls have been steep. Under a dead blue sky on a distant…
Give me your hand Make room for me to lead and follow you beyond this rage of poetry.
Your skin like dawn Mine like musk One paints the beginning of a certain end. The other, the end of a
We, this people, on a small and lo… Traveling through casual space Past aloof stars, across the way o… To a destination where all signs t… It is possible and imperative that…
Her arms semaphore fat triangles, Pudgy hands bunched on layered hip… Where bones idle under years of fa… And lima beans. Her jowls shiver in accusation
We were entwined in red rings Of blood and loneliness before The first snows fell Before muddy rivers seeded clouds Above a virgin forest, and
A free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wing
One innocent spring your voice meant to me less than tires turning on a distant street. Your name, perhaps spoken,
Beloved, In what other lives or lands Have I known your lips Your Hands Your Laughter brave
You drink a bitter draught. I sip the tears your eyes fight to… A cup of lees, of henbane steeped… Your breast is hot, Your anger black and cold,
Tears The crystal rags Viscous tatters Of a worn-through soul Moans