A lost trove of William Blake’s art has been uncovered, art that went unappreciated when it was made.
With Gustav Klimt on the Wall No. 10,000 she Was not psychologically sound And I spinned not In a poet’s gyre More like an electric dryer of clothes Or a washing machine cockeyed wet. This For my love. When politely she said Dissipate, Anyman. On dry wall the God.
The Irish Again Will Rule the World. I was 54 years old when I took to pissin’ in the bushes. The old bladder was dyin’. I was told that 49 was the mark. After that, it was don’t go far from the latrine, stay near a Jiffy-John, when outside and communing like Henry David [...]
The girls at dupont circle. Their naked fingers taunting me like A plastic pot of 28 chocolate Chip cookies on sale at Harris Teeter for 3.99 I would crawl under their tables At the coffee shops To ask them out on lewd- and lascivious-filled dates I must find my spectacles The one [...]
No Hanky-Panky in the Dude Dude Diner Goddess she chewed as goddesses chew 7 years ago an only-on-her-back first-time chemical virgin In the back seat of her daddy’s car In lovers lane Narrowly before a vigilant policeman with his Vigilant proud Billy Club arrives— Not Catholically unsexed by some Holy Holy Pope tho— Now [...]