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The Skyline looked beautiful on fire And God calls it a fever And the saddest wind I ever felt I felt it blow Down the American river Over the steamboats ...

Part 1 It’s a hot summer Connecticut day, one of my best friends is about to leave for college. As he gets up to go home and finish his packing ...

Let me begin with an image. A nervous beautiful, blonde, brunette, dainty, red lipped, light hair bound, Ballerina. On a tightrope Now let us, the audience, step back. Observe the ...

We did a school assignment this year on Wallace Stevens. This is some of the collateral 1 What Monstrous arms! Streaming to heaven Fire Dancing with Shivan urgencies. 2 You, ...

Halt! im not being unintelligible for naught, and there are metaphors. Beat is not in tea shades Not in peasant wanderings Or the singular glare of a Jugular attachment Or ...

I sit on the grassy Golgotha thinking of the red ant Watching her graze me with her shapely jaw I suspect daylight treachery, the way she searches my elbow. panic ...

And to that place where the sharp Athenian law cannot touch us Watching our lion manes starve, savage, naked to the flame, too many egg shells rushing to the pavement; ...

A Soldier at rest surrounded by poppies the sun total in his eyes playing with the sand wound around his hand Blinks away the dust hears people singing some false ...

A cough fishing up the last tar in my lungs I remember a friend who asked me once The lion is a marxist, so send him to jail? The Lion ...

The adrenaline unfolds into the last act of defiance On a the hollow wounded field, where venture capitalists applaud each hit, Seeing only platonic tackles and the wondrous parabolas of ...

Young trees and powder. Amateur cigarette butts on the porch Gonzo postcards from Madrid. A summer in Europe, an Englishman Living in Spain. And we were just sitting, when the ...