#Americans Lyric poet
The quality of mercy is not strained It lieth along the center road It falleth from the nude sky as gentle earth rained
Our age bereft of nobility How can our faces show it? I look for love. My lips stand out dry and cracked with want
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…
'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.
to Ms. Reid & Nana Will Never F… Commencement exercises inhibited by prevalent narcotics less habitu… forbid association to prior or pen… Cambridge excesses in vicinity of…
The scene changes Five hours later and I come into a room where a clock ticks. I find a pillow to
I have never stopped loving him from the first moment I cast eyes… although they made us rob Brink’s whether up the chimney. he stopped loving me
From Ellen Needham, indicted for… to Alan Myronwitz’ interdit we go… “Kill them off”, as his unproduced… barely two decades late, with Uncl… Earl Warren
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…
Yes I put her away. But now life flares up As safe as China in a cup You hear the droppings of her heart.
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
A simple poem About love is what I want To write: words Without mystery, but Shoulders touching
God love you Dana my lover lost in the horde on this Friday night, 500 men are moving up
Not as bad as you are And the next time that I see you I shall be old, a figure Couched from under acquaducts Where you still remain abroad a si…