It Takes a While to Disappear (Ralph Angel Poem)
The city purrs, it hums along, the morning hardly risen. A well-dressed drunk smears her finger across a doorman's lips ...
The city purrs, it hums along, the morning hardly risen. A well-dressed drunk smears her finger across a doorman's lips ...
The parrot, screeching, flew out into the darkness, Circled three times above the upturned faces With a great whir of ...
The lamplit page is turned, the dream forgotten; The music changes tone, you wake, remember Deep worlds you lived before,-deep ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
Rain drenches the patio stones. All night was spent waiting for an earthquake, and instead water stains sand with its ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
Goethe in Weimar sleeps, and Greece, Long since, saw Byron's struggle cease. But one such death remain'd to come; The ...
This is a word we use to plug holes with. It's the right size for those warm blanks in speech, ...
All those times I was bored out of my mind. Holding the log while he sawed it. Holding the string ...
I am like, They tell me, my dear father. Broader brows Howbeit, upon a slenderer undergrowth Of delicate ...
I. I stand on the mark beside the shore Of the first white pilgrim's bended knee, Where exile turned to ...
When we met first and loved, I did not build Upon the event with marble. Could it mean To last, ...
If it is true, what the Prophets write, That the heathen gods are all stocks and stones, Shall we, for ...
Thee the ancientest peer, Duke of Burgundy, rose from the monarch's right hand, red as wines From his mountains; an ...
84 Thee the ancientest peer, Duke of Burgundy, rose from the monarch's right hand, red as wines 85 From his ...
The vision of Christ that thou dost see Is my vision's greatest enemy. Thine has a great hook nose like ...
we have everything and we have nothing and some men do it in churches and some men do it by ...
at high noon at a small college near the beach sober the sweat running down my arms a spot of ...
he sat naked and drunk in a room of summer night, running the blade of the knife under his fingernails, ...
I cut the middle fingernail of the middle finger right hand real short and I began rubbing along her cunt ...
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