#AmericanWriters
i was considering how within night’s loose sack a star’s nibbling in- fin
i have loved,let us see if that’s… Bit into you as teeth,in the stone of a musical fruit. My lips pleas… on your taste. Jumped the quick w… of your smile into stupid gardens
spring omnipotent goddess thou dos… inveigle into crossing sidewalks t… unwary june-bug and the frivolous… thou dost persuade to serenade his lady the musical tom-cat,thou stuf…
unto thee i burn incense the bowl crackles upon the gloom arise purple pencil… fluent spires of fragrance
little tree little silent Christmas tree you are so little you are more like a flower who found you in the green forest
“kitty”. sixteen,5′ 11″,white,pros… ducking always the touch of must a… whose slippery body is Death’s lit… skilled in quick softness. Unspon… the signal perfume of whose unrepu…
notice the convulsed orange inch o… perching on this silver minute of… We’ll choose the way to the forest… to you,white town whose spires sof… Will take the houseless wisping ru…
the bigness of cannon is skilful, but i have seen death’s clever enormous voice which hides in a fragility
Lady of Silence from the winsome cage of thy body rose through the sensible
Buffalo Bill ’s defunct who used to ride a watersmooth-silve… …
this is the garden:colours come an… frail azures fluttering from night… strong silent greens silently ling… absolute lights like baths of gold… This is the garden:pursed lips do…
it is funny, you will be dead some… By you the mouth hair eyes,and i m… the unique and nervously obscene need;it’s funny. They will all be… knead of lustfulhunched deeplytopl…
ladies and gentlemen this little g… with the good teeth and small impo… (is it the Frolic or the Century… ones memory indignantly protests) this little dancer with the tighte…
O sweet spontaneous earth how often have the doting fingers of
into the smiting sky tense with blend ing