First Meeting
The first impression sharply cut to last
poetry
Song of Pigment No. II
I've been workin'
Seduction is a Mutual Affair
'God' he said
lament the Gone-Geese
The young goslings (green-fuzz gone
In Regard to the Gobbets in Threshed Grain
Wheat shocks are forked upward
The Fountain
The fountain, the fountain
Coup
Miss Taylor had a tiny cyst
Young Roots are Old
These wastes of useless being parch the thought
poem
My land is covered with the shadow of the deer.
Stand here and Wait
the puppets stumble on
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