THERE is a wolf in me … fangs pointed for tearing gashes … a red tongue for raw meat … and the hot lapping of blood-I keep this wolf because…
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THE BABY moon, a canoe, a silver papoose canoe, sails and sails in the Indian west.A ring of silver foxes, a mist of silver foxes, sit and sit around the…
IT’S a jazz affair, drum crashes and cornet razzesThe trombone pony neighs and the tuba jackass snorts.The banjo tickles and titters too awful.The chippies talk about the funnies in the…
Among the shadows where two streets cross,A woman lurks in the dark and waitsTo move on when a policeman heaves in view.Smiling a broken smile from a facePainted over haggard…
THEY were calling certain styles of whiskers by the name of “lilacs.”And another manner of beard assumed in their chatter a verbal guiseOf “mutton chops,” “galways,” “feather dusters.” Metaphors such as…
WHAT does the hangman think aboutWhen he goes home at night from work?When he sits down with his wife andChildren for a cup of coffee and aPlate of ham and…
IN the night, when the sea-winds take the city in their arms,And cool the loud streets that kept their dust noon and afternoon;In the night, when the sea-birds call to…
THE Government–I heard about the Government andI went out to find it. I said I would look closely atit when I saw it.Then I saw a policeman dragging a drunken…
I thought of killing myself because I am only a bricklayer and you a woman who loves the man who runs a drug store. I don’t care like I used to;…
SHAKE back your hair, O red-headed girl.Let go your laughter and keep your two proud freckles on your chin.Somewhere is a man looking for a red-headed girl and some day…