Prevailing Winds (Lee Anderson2 Poems)
IThe bland many-eyed wallsof skyscrapers and the modestin-between brownstone housesshall not bruise the thrust of his rapier spiritrather the artist ...
IThe bland many-eyed wallsof skyscrapers and the modestin-between brownstone housesshall not bruise the thrust of his rapier spiritrather the artist ...
Snakeskin jacketIndian eyesBrilliant hairHe moves in disturbedNile insectAir~~~You parade thru the soft summerWe watch your eager rifle decayYour wildernessYour teeming ...
Here is the doctor, an abstracted lover,dressed as a virgin, coming to keep the tryst.The patient was early; she is ...
Some sombre evening, when I sitAnd feed in solitude at home,Perchance an ultra-bilious fitPaints all the world an orange chrome.When ...
For George AnthellBetween them is the land of broken colors,the land that makes a mock of himwith miles.He rides, he ...
Little Tiger, burning brightWith a subtle Blakeish light,Tell what visions have their homeIn those eyes of flame and chrome!Children vex ...
PreludesI The Rose of the World Lo, when the Lord made North and ...
I bring everything I find. Not everything that glitters is gold. But I pick upeverything that glitters. In the drawer ...
my mind isa big hunk of irrevocable nothing which touch and taste and smell and hearing and sight keep hitting ...
The men kept to themselves: they were waiting for the swiftness of the last cyclists. The women kept to themselves: ...
O epic-famed, god-haunted Central Sea, Heave careless of the deep wrong done to thee When from Torino's track I saw ...
The blues, purples, yellow, gold baked into the chrome pipes of the classic Harley draw me to you, my camera, ...
I saw you before You were "presentable" White chest hair, almost clear Open mouth, broken tooth Eyes at half-mast Like ...
Dearest, note how these two are alike: This harpsicord pavane by Purcell And the racer's twelve-speed bike. The machinery of ...
There is fog upon the river, there is mirk upon the town; You can hear the groping ferries as they ...
Dawn's my Mr Right, already Cocks have crowed, birds flown from nests, The neon lights of Leeds last night still ...
Blue diaphane, tobacco smoke Serpentine on wet film and wood glaze, Mutes chrome, wreathes velvet drapes, Dims the cave of ...
Yellow makes a play for green among the rows of some poor farmer's field outside the Memphis city limits' northern ...
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