Cummings obviously has a lot of bile in him.
I also adored the surreal political bile in Time Trumpet.
I read it again, more slowly, and taste bile in my throat.
Bile, in comparison, is a doctor who studied with Jeebleh in Italy.
I bottled also bile in these poems, thinking to isolate the toxin.
I didn't know you had that much bile in your stomach.
In the past four years I've had to swallow a lot of bile in my quest to keep my children's father in their lives.
Tonight, he plays 1974's Rednecks and it still sounds shocking, the way it boldly aims its bile in every direction undimmed by familiarity.
If you've been following all of this bile in real time, on social media, it is easy to miss the larger reality that it reflects.
His wife is standing by him, and the English press seems to have finally sated itself after a month of flinging pure bile in his general direction.
When you are fighting for breath, tears streaming down your face, snot in your nostrils and bile in your mouth, it becomes every man for himself.
