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Tuesday, September 4, 2007

Leaves of Grass

Leaves of grass
first , and "death -- bed ." editions
Walt Whitman

I would like to read you . part of this book written by Walt Whitman.

I heard that you asked for something to prove this total . the New World,
and two to find America, her athletic hammock , Democracy.
Therefore , I send you my poems . the two beholden in them what you wanted.

You think you would be good to be the writer of valid's , versus, will be good melodious versus;
but what are versus beyond the following terror sure you could have?
But what are versus beyond the following terror sure you could have? Or beyond beautiful manners , and behavior?
Or beyond the manly or affectionate deed of an apprentice boy? Or old woman? Or a man that has been in prison or is likely to be in prison?

Monday, September 3, 2007

When I was young


When I was young, I had sex
with boys without touching them.
It was very quick and often
happen in English class, like the passing
of insects are a doorway.
I didn't know always going on,
but all the windows would open
and it would be raining.
It had nothing to do with hands, no fingers
grazing over no books, nothing like that.
Have you ever walked across the plank
inside a defunct factory? And suddenly,
during the two are, some spigot
Pops and wild pressure of different air
sprays into the room, and you don't know
whether or not this is an emergency,
but you can see that at one time
the giant machines pushed and boiled and set off
a motion that become a smoke, a pile
of dust, and the din was loud, and the day outside
when quiet? What are two times
I got in trouble, but this was not for paying attention.
You see, there was nothing suspect,
a single wayward hair.