#AmericanWriters
who sharpens every dull here comes the only man reminding with his bell to disappear a sun and out of houses pour
i like to think that on the flower you gave me when we loved the far-
the hills like poets put on purple thought against the magnificent clamor of
purer than purest pure whisper of a whisper so(big with innocence) forgivingly a once of eager glory, no
somebody knew Lincoln somebody Xe… this man:a narrow thudding timesha… plus innocuous winking hands, care… inhabits number 1 on something str… Spring comes
Buffalo Bill ’s defunct who used to ride a watersmooth-silve… …
suppose Life is an old man carrying flower… young death sits in a café smiling,a piece of money held betw… his thumb and first finger
even a pencil has fear to do the posed body luckily made a pen is dreadfully afraid of her of this of the smile’s two eyes….too, since the world’s but
if I should sleep with a lady call… get another man with firmer lips to take your new mouth in his teet… (hips pumping pleasure into hips). Seeing how the limp huddling strin…
swim so now million many worlds in… least less than particle of perfec… how should a loudness called manki… whole infinite the who of life’s l… what silence)?” “Worlds? o no:i’m…
between green mountains sings the flinger of fire beyond red rivers
hist whist little ghostthings tip—toe twinkle—toe little twitchy
unto thee i burn incense the bowl crackles upon the gloom arise purple pencil… fluent spires of fragrance
a salesman is an it that stinks Ex… Me whether it’s president of the y… or a jennelman name misder finger… important whether it’s millions of… or just a handful absolutely doesn…
O sweet spontaneous earth how often have the doting fingers of