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i do it so it feels like hell
i do it so it feels real
i guess you could say i've a call | img2poems |
for the eyeing of my scars there is a charge
for the hearing of my heart
it really goes | img2poems |
herr god herr lucifer
beware
beware | img2poems |
out of the ash
i rise with my red hair
and i eat men like air | img2poems |
no
of course not
it won't | img2poems |
what do i do
do i throw all these away
their anecdotes their comforts now black glass | img2poems |
the unusual rilke
and the usual rilke
both knew it | img2poems |
and you go to your men slapping fives feeling good
posing as a man because you know as long as you sit
very very still the laws of motion will be in effect | img2poems |
swing magnet swing advancing and receding
swing magnet
answer dearest what's your final reading | img2poems |
your forgiveness
to what would you confess
beyond season-to-season unfaithfulness | img2poems |
doesn't want to touch
this tattooed body
sheltered in a solar cave | img2poems |
or ask for something perhaps out of habit but as the past
must always be honored unconsciously formally and persists
on this first and singular day though i think of it as last | img2poems |
well one of you falls asleep
and the other one does likewise with a lighted cigarette in his mouth
and that's how people burn to death in hotel rooms | img2poems |
and a thousand insects outside called
and made me nothing
moonlight streamed inside as if it had been | img2poems |
scene six: in front of an old and empty lot in contemporary athens a
crowd motley with priests and bishops gathers to cast a stone
the stone of anathema | img2poems |
but when i try i know it's just another
instance of me whistling in the dark
me not blazing me not burning out | img2poems |
to you born into violence
the wars of the red ant are nothing
you in the heart of the eruption | img2poems |
i am speaking from immeasurable grass blades
you there on the rubble
what is the river of vapor to you | img2poems |
to you the machine guns
to you the semen of fire
the birth of the maggot in the corpse | img2poems |
you to whom we send these gifts
at the heart of light we are crushed together
when the sun dies we will become one | img2poems |
so i could say mine
my own
and mean it | img2poems |
and the leaf-buds on the vine are woolly
i noticed that today
one day more bursts them open fully | img2poems |
even the swarms of kids have given in
to winter's big excuse boxed-in allure
tvs ricochet light behind pulled curtains | img2poems |
the days throw up a closed sign around four
the hapless customer who'd wanted something
arrives to find lights out a bolted door | img2poems |
not your moon who cares
she
remains unmoved your companion | img2poems |
unbodied presences the pack'd
pollution and remorse of time
the horrors of unhouseld crime | img2poems |
this is the wind out of which i bring clouds
these are my hands that gnarled though they be
when lifted to the sky bring rain | img2poems |
on the record oh baby oh measure
oh strange balance that grips us
on this side of the world | img2poems |
i charley horse and miracle ride
your absence
the whipped froth of the ocean | img2poems |
the map must be of sand and can't be read by ordinary light
it
must carry fire to the next tribal town for renewal of spirit | img2poems |
take note of the proliferation of supermarkets and malls the
altars of money
they best describe the detour from grace | img2poems |
flowers of rage spring up in the depression
monsters are born
there of nuclear anger | img2poems |
you will travel through the membrane of death smell cooking
from the encampment where our relatives make a feast of fresh
deer meat and corn soup in the milky way | img2poems |
what our betrayals were we know
with a knowledge intimate beyond revenge
history the needle's eye you can't squeeze through | img2poems |
the partisans cut us down heaped us
in a mass grave our relatives dug up: yes
there were tears even for us | img2poems |
now like aliens from space on your tv shows
we ravel into mist surrounding
you the moment your eyes close | img2poems |
or the plum tree
as in the pulse
that forms these lines | img2poems |
wait till easter to grow
then they come up even with snow still on the ground
i thought i'd seen that happen | img2poems |
one dome of air and fire
but he was not there
nor i here | img2poems |
hairy muscular suburban
wearing chocolate double-breasted suits
they blew their tops and beat him black and blue | img2poems |
in love if love be love if love be ours
faith and unfaith can ne'er be equal powers
unfaith in aught is want of faith in all | img2poems |
it is the little rift within the lute
that by and by will make the music mute
and ever widening slowly silence all | img2poems |
the little rift within the lover's lute
or little pitted speck in garner'd fruit
that rotting inward slowly moulders all | img2poems |
how warm a wind blew here about the ways
and shadows on the hillside lay to slumber
during the long sun-sweetened summer-days | img2poems |
the swallows veering skimmed the golden grain
at midday with a wing aslant and limber
and yellow cattle browsed upon the plain | img2poems |
i had a sister lovely in my sight
her hair was dark her eyes were very sombre
we sang together in the woods at night | img2poems |
the babble of our children fills my ears
and on our hearth i stare the perished ember
to flames that show all starry thro' my tears | img2poems |
but that i knew these places are my own
i'd ask how came such wretchedness to cumber
the earth and i to people it alone | img2poems |
by the time they force an entry
he'll have skedaddled
among hen runs and pigeon lofts | img2poems |
he has turned over a
new leaf in her ladyship's herb patch
they'll take it back for analysis | img2poems |
red strokes
sugar sweet
widows whelps | img2poems |
indigenous
he teased
as he flew by | img2poems |
so in my bed
that curtain'd grave though sleep like ashes hide
my lamp and life both shall in thee abide | img2poems |
it is by falling in and in we make
the all-bearing point for one another's sake
in faultless failing raised by our own weight | img2poems |
listen it's time
you were chosen too
to put the world together | img2poems |
he scrambled up my science notes
with eggs and bacon strips
and baked potato chips | img2poems |
only cinder our scottie puppy
paralyzed from gobbling toads
i sat mixing black earth and lime | img2poems |
a fluff of the west wind puffing
my blouse kiting me over our seven chimneys
troubling the waters | img2poems |
the finest poster was two or three young men in khaki kilts
being bushwhacked on the veldt
they were almost life-size | img2poems |
my hands were warm then cool on the piles
of earth and lime
a black pile and a white pile | img2poems |
i'm trying to string together three words
which i hate more than i hate myself
gobsmacked hubby and | img2poems |
hickey i'd say sit down pull up set to
here's knife and fork there's wine and there's a barmaid
let us submerge ourselves in onion-soup | img2poems |
we stood by a pond that winter day
and the sun was white as though chidden of god
and a few leaves lay on the starving sod | img2poems |
each and every moment's a shortcut
i follow it through the meaning of the east
returning home closing death's door | img2poems |
like schoolkids asking: why do birds fly south
what time is it when an elephant sits on the fence
what's big red and eats rocks | img2poems |
in you ruby
the pain
you wake to is not yours | img2poems |
you are the one
solid the spaces lean on envious
you are the baby in the barn | img2poems |
blood-drop lung of fire setting past
the sea bell and wave why am i separate
from that giant burrowing into further life | img2poems |
we make it human and we call it love
this wintering is my own and not the world's
although the world is wintering | img2poems |
i must stop my stopping and start to start
i can end at the beginning or begin at the end
i feel older younger both at once | img2poems |
on a branch
floating downriver
a cricket singing | img2poems |
i am especially open to sadness and hilarity
since my father died as a child
one week ago in this his ninetieth year | img2poems |
we thought we saw the banners then
that shook along the walls
were gazing on the stalls | img2poems |
the art of losing isn't hard to master
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster | img2poems |
o night
do i not see my love fluttering out among the breakers
what is that little black thing i see there in the white | img2poems |
high and clear i shoot my voice over the waves
surely you must know who is here is here
you must know who i am my love | img2poems |
o darkness
o in vain
o i am very sick and sorrowful | img2poems |
but as for me for you the irresistible sea is to separate us
as for an hour carrying us diverse yet cannot carry us diverse forever
every day at sundown for your dear sake my love | img2poems |
nothing again will ever be this easy lives
being snatched up like dropped stitches the dry stalks of daylilies
marking a stillness we can't keep | img2poems |
and the rabbit ignorant of mercy
curled on itself in that white drift
of feathers | img2poems |
they tossed him the portrait from the tallest of the buildings
and the sea devoured the canvas and the brush
as though his subject had decided to remain a prayer | img2poems |
all must learn
reality is always sterner
than pleasures of the nighttime burner | img2poems |
something real
like a bell
inside the golden seahorse gift shop | img2poems |
when others run to windows or out of doors
to catch the sunset whole he is content
with any segment anywhere he sits | img2poems |
from segment fragment he can reconstruct
the whole prefers to reconstruct the whole
as if to say i see more seeing less | img2poems |
for well they knew the parters in all evenings
druid and roman and the rocked phoenician
the blood flows one imposed way and no other | img2poems |
over and over for those
lolling and snoozing in the stroller
preparing to come after | img2poems |
tall house standing on its high green hill
children do you remember
lawns slant down to a stream | img2poems |
twig to twig the blooms bursting through the runnels that
held them
five runnels made in the foil by five fingers | img2poems |
so seemly a seed could not die in vain
that sprig nor spice there would be none
of that precious pearl without a stain | img2poems |
such odors eddied in my brain
to sudden slumber i was brought
by that precious pearl without a stain | img2poems |
we chase chickens or dogs away from it
babies teethe at the corners
they scrape their knees under it | img2poems |
wars have begun and ended at this table
it is a place to hide in the shadow of terror
a place to celebrate the terrible victory | img2poems |
at this table we sing with joy with sorrow
we pray of suffering and remorse
we give thanks | img2poems |
nodded beard-splitter to sorrowful
no power or possessions where my rule is
i will make you mine | img2poems |
the ball our side will
be up and i will have to bat
and i might strike out | img2poems |
passing the american graveyard for my birthday
the crosses stuttering white on tropical green
the years' quick focus of faces i do not remember | img2poems |
the palm trees stalking like deliberate giants
for my birthday and all the hot adolescent memories
seen through a screen of water | img2poems |
hail amp farewell
hail amp farewell
hail amp farewell | img2poems |
nothing
his body states
is safe from the dance of ideas | img2poems |
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