#AmericanWriters
a blue woman with sticking out bre… clothes. On the line. not so old for the mother of twelve undershir… by is it Bishop Taylor who needs… that marriage is a sure cure for m…
this(let’s remember)day died again… again;whose golden, crimson dooms… an oceaning abyss of orange dream larger than sky times earth:a flam… sould immemorially forevering am—
of evident invisibles exquisite the hovering at the dark portals of hurt girl eyes sincere with wonder
the rose is dying the lips of an old man murder the petals hush
i spoke to thee with a smile and thou didst not answer thy mouth is as a chord of crimson music
a clown’s smirk in the skull of a… (where once good lips stalked or e… my mirror gives me on this afterno… i am a shape that can but eat and… ere with the dirt death shall him…
purer than purest pure whisper of a whisper so(big with innocence) forgivingly a once of eager glory, no
whereas by dark really released,th… flame of her indomitable body uses a careful fierceness. Her li… my head gripping for a decision:bu… the terrific fingers which grapple…
Lady of Silence from the winsome cage of thy body rose through the sensible
being twelve who hast merely gonorrhea Oldeyed
Doll’s boy ’s asleep under a stile he sees eight and twenty ladies in a line the first lady
a kike is the most dangerous machine as yet invented by even yankee ingenu ity(out of a jew a few dead dollars and some twisted laws…
in the rain- darkness, the sunset being sheathed i sit and think of you the holy
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…
i walked the boulevard i saw a dirty child skating on noisy wheels of joy pathetic dress fluttering behind her a mothermonster