Notes On Vision (James Douglas Morrison Poems)
Look where we worship. We all live in the city.The city forms- often physically, but inevitablypsychically- a circle. A Game. ...
Look where we worship. We all live in the city.The city forms- often physically, but inevitablypsychically- a circle. A Game. ...
The poet cried, ' I am obsessed, * And out of joint I find the times ; Silent the Muse ...
But the artist sat the nude model on the table and moved her legs apart. The girl hardly resisted and ...
When everything was fineAnd the notion of sin had vanishedAnd the earth was readyIn universal peaceTo consume and rejoiceWithout creeds ...
The French had nothing on us. okay, other than skill, tradition, and hygiene We all were vintners for a moment ...
For quick mental hygiene, the snail's my white mobile clinic, Dr. Hoodoo inside. Seriously. The snail's my man. He's shy, ...
How grand the human race would be If every man would wear a kilt, A flirt of Tartan finery, Instead ...
When everything was fine And the notion of sin had vanished And the earth was ready In universal peace To ...
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