to hell with literaturewe want something redblooded
Mr youse needn't be so spryconcernin questions artyeach has his tastes but as for ii likes a certain partygimme the he-man's solid blissfor youse ideas i'll match youse
life's not a paragraphAnd death i think is no parenthesis
Something genuine like a mark in a toilet, graced with guts and gutted with grace
Sunlight is(life and day are)only loaned:whereas
Humanity i love you because youare perpetually putting the secret oflife in your pants and forgettingit's there and sitting downon itand because you areforever making poems in the lapof death Humanity...
Who can tell truth from falsehood any more?I say it, and you feel it in your hearts:no man or woman on this big small earth.How should our sages miss the mark of life,and our most skillful players los...
L(aleaffalls)oneli
I thank You God for most this amazingday: for the leaping greenly spirits of treesand a blue true dream of sky; and for everythingwhich is natural which is infinite which is yes(i who have died am ali...
... (lady i willtouch you with my mind.) Touchyou, that is all/lightly and you utterly will becomewith infinite care/ the poem which i do not write.
You are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing.
And now you are and I am and we're a mystery which will never happen again.
Guilt is the cause of more maraudersthan history's most obscene disauders
I don't know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all the roses. Nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands.
Somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
Always it’s Spring)and everyone’s in love and flowers pick themselves.
I do not know what it is about you that closesand opens;only something in me understands
I will wade out till my thighs are steeped in burning flowersI will take the sun in my mouthand leap into the ripe air Alive with closed eyes
Seeker Of Truthseeker of truthfollow no path
down with hell and heaven and all the religious fussinfinity pleased our parents one inch looks good to us