On Memphis Station (Johannes Vilhelm Jensen Poems)
Half awake and half dozing,Struck by a drear reality, but still lostIn an inner sea fog of Danaidean dreamsI stand ...
Half awake and half dozing,Struck by a drear reality, but still lostIn an inner sea fog of Danaidean dreamsI stand ...
Man-dirt and stomachs that the sea unloads; rocketsof quick lice crawling inland, planting their damn flags,putting their malethings in any ...
Requiring something lovely on his arm Took me to Stamford, Connecticut, a quasi-farm, His family's; later picking up the mammoth ...
The chill of their lies buying time to regroup to fend off the people to abduct them in the night ...
Evil standing there spewing its bile the rantings of evil ready to kill a nation Rivers of blood executions of ...
Oh if they only had signs Neon colors if only they glowed in the dark the false prophets of this ...
Gray words on the page, drawing me in To your spell May I use you, argue with you Make my ...
Posts, shards of thoughts Captured on pads, in journals Notes in the margin, doodles for outlines Is that someone I ...
Ophelia puked hourly dawn till dusk, retching mucous slobber, then spewing air. Scum that I am, I never stopped thinking ...
THE SUN had clos'd the winter day, The curless quat their roarin play, And hunger'd maukin taen her way, To ...
Much wine had passed, with grave discourse Of who fucks who, and who does worse (Such as you usually do ...
ice sheets sweep this slick mirrored dark place space as keys that turn in tight, trigger pain of situations where ...
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