#AmericanWriters
O sweet spontaneous earth how often have the doting fingers of
who sharpens every dull here comes the only man reminding with his bell to disappear a sun and out of houses pour
anyone lived in a pretty how town (with up so floating many bells do… spring summer autumn winter he sang his didn’t he danced his d… Women and men(both little and smal…
why did you go little fourpaws? you forgot to shut your big eyes. where did you go?
when i have thought of you somewha… much and am become perfectly and simply Lustful….sense a gradual st… of beginning muscle,and what it wi… to me before shutting….understand
Thou aged unreluctant earth who do… with quivering continual thighs in… the thrilling rain the slender par… to toy with thy extraordinary lust… (the sinuous rain which rising fro…
my naked lady framed in twilight is an accident whose niceness betters easily the… of genius— painting w…
the bed is not very big a sufficient pillow shoveling her small manure-shaped head one sheet on which distinctly wags at times the weary twig
nearer:breath of my breath:take no… limbs from me:make my pain their c… letting they tigers of smooth swee… slowly in dumb blossoms of new min… deeper:blood of my blood:with upwa…
when god lets my body be from each brave eye shall sprout a… fruit that dangles therefrom the purpled world will dance upon between my lips which did sing
the boys i mean are not refined they go with girls who buck and bi… they do not give a fuck for luck they hump them thirteen times a ni… one hangs a hat upon her tit
Take for example this: if to the colour of midnight to a more than darkness(which is myself and Paris and all things)the bright
Doll’s boy ’s asleep under a stile he sees eight and twenty ladies in a line the first lady
little ladies than dead exactly dance in my head,precisely dance where danced la guerre. Mimi à
the bigness of cannon is skilful, but i have seen death’s clever enormous voice which hides in a fragility