Woolworth’s (Mark Hillringhouse Poems)
for Greg Fallon A kid yells "Mother Fucker" out the school bus window. I don't think anyone notices the afternoon ...
for Greg Fallon A kid yells "Mother Fucker" out the school bus window. I don't think anyone notices the afternoon ...
I dreamed this mortal part of mine Was metamorphosed to a vine, Which, crawling one and every way, Enthralled my ...
For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves ...
A man is bending his wife. He is bending her around something that she has bent herself around. She is ...
It seldom snowed they said, perhaps they're right although seldom was never in that endless summer which tightened a fiery ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
THE PROLOGUE. WHEN folk had laughed all at this nice case Of Absolon and Hendy Nicholas, Diverse folk diversely they ...
Oh would I could subdue the flesh Which sadly troubles me! And then perhaps could view the flesh As though ...
(Translated from the French by Edouard Rodti) My wife with the hair of a wood fire With the thoughts of ...
GUDE pity me, because I'm little! For though I am an elf o' mettle, An' can, like ony wabster's shuttle, ...
In all the pubs from Troon to Ayr Grandfather's father would repair With Bobby Burns, a drouthy pair, The glass ...
How grand the human race would be If every man would wear a kilt, A flirt of Tartan finery, Instead ...
God, if this were enough, That I see things bare to the buff And up to the buttocks in mire; ...
We'd gained our first objective hours before While dawn broke like a face with blinking eyes, Pallid, unshaved and thirsty, ...
IN a Yiddish eating place on Rivington Street . faces . coffee spots . children kicking at the night stars ...
1. The dark socket of the year the pit, the cave where the sun lies down and threatens never to ...
Tomatoes rosy as perfect baby's buttocks, eggplants glossy as waxed fenders, purple neon flawless glistening peppers, pole beans fecund and ...
If you could write down the words moving through a man's mind as he masturbates you'd have a quick bonus ...
It's wonderful how I jog on four honed-down ivory toes my massive buttocks slipping like oiled parts with each light ...
The day comes slowly in the railyard behind the ice factory. It broods on one cinder after another until each ...
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