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they are terrified
they touch
life is too much | img2poems |
delighted in the delighting
i love you in mid-air
i love myself the ground | img2poems |
the great wings sing nothing
lightly
lightly fall | img2poems |
solid the white walls
rising up out of the sea
the pillared crown of the temple | img2poems |
the sky is full of children
with wild eyes and huge faces
falling to the ground | img2poems |
it's been only me and the two telephones
the one on the wall in the kitchen
and the extension in the darkened guest room upstairs | img2poems |
i turn my back
and everyone i command
sees what it can be to be commanded | img2poems |
phantom limbs spring is a verb
a wish is a wash a walking stick
is a gottdam wing | img2poems |
he blinked then offered as postscript to his lecture
a promise so splendid it made me give up math
more thingth like that will happen in thith clath | img2poems |
i leave my love with you
i leave my love with you
in this strange city | img2poems |
cursed be he that confirmeth not
the words of this law to do them
and all the people shall say amen | img2poems |
we have set out to live and die
into the interstices of a new
nowhere to be or be returning to | img2poems |
flights which
they will be obliged
to take later | img2poems |
there was terror already
in her love even before
she knew for sure her lover was the god | img2poems |
that the world can hear the sharp shout
which wakes the cat
her claws one inch from the rabbit's bobbing scut | img2poems |
down the rising of sea or mountain slope: except
we do not finally put it down: still till
the host appears we'll make the masters here | img2poems |
market this morning: will bankruptcy make a
go of it: will the leavings be left only: the
wave turns over and does not rise again that wave | img2poems |
gulf shrimp a thousand names of softboiled
lipsticks fritter english as if it were french meaning
meeting no resistance from the flesh | img2poems |
accommodate the action in your life
she said to aeronautical exhausts
of every plane and cab i ever caught | img2poems |
that was the one i chose
and teachers would turn in their practiced hands
to see whence the sad notes came | img2poems |
amp begs for alms his face horse rudder red
a son he huffs it is a son i want
i spit into them corned mitt hands | img2poems |
lamp-drawn moths before the six-limbed elders
arrive as one mind as shifting soil to polish
what's left forsaking only the inedible brain | img2poems |
come slow
and look me again in the eyes
as you do | img2poems |
and it is always your fault: not enough planning
the wrong color passport the misplaced stress
in a word | img2poems |
as each child crawls out their gutted hole
amp rebuild each dead town
we can never rest | img2poems |
you go in the door
the pot lies upside down in the hearth
it sprawls with hostile black feet | img2poems |
through her in a rush of musk
and saffron beauty falls
into disarray | img2poems |
the last drop
of the fluid soul
before evaporation | img2poems |
when rain inspires the night birds to create
rhyme and formal verse stanzas can be made
between abstract expression and first light | img2poems |
her heartbeat is a metaphor a late
bloom of red flowers that refuse to fade
my darling turns to poetry at night | img2poems |
he stumped up but crime befell kismet
pardon repelled mores
coin begat loss | img2poems |
of your mouth perfect as light
and the tree bends and stands upright
in the stolid night | img2poems |
is the history of currents: a canal small enough
to catch a childhood in its net
water vast enough to divide a life | img2poems |
can you show me how to wish
how to gather and scatter
this single hooped breath | img2poems |
graceless creatures that we are unmake and befoul our beds
don't tell me deluge
don't tell me heat too damned much heat | img2poems |
catalogue's tissuelike
pages like his skin all milliner-ribboned yet with barely hooded
things as they are and will be visible beneath it | img2poems |
the ants march on in rows
they're off to do who knows
what harm to the ripe pears | img2poems |
where ancient glass trembles
facets of dark open to tumble out
king revenge-tragedy triumphal colors of god | img2poems |
no one can know
what is
between me and god | img2poems |
what you want
nobody or nothing
fills our short journeying | img2poems |
before death charged his first fare
we wake and hurry to slip our moorings
the ferry's there | img2poems |
tonight
let go
the snow | img2poems |
methuselahs the nurses wash
and dress without haste
none needed | img2poems |
then breathe what's left back to the world
speak the coyote's tongue sweat the nitro
from your blood say you love what you've become | img2poems |
i see your hair
which i call red
i lie here in this bed | img2poems |
even the earth claims color
once a year dressed in red leaves
as the trees play grieving | img2poems |
the way the sun dissolves the snow's crust
the way in the wind that stirred the light leaves
the oracle that the sibyl wrote was lost | img2poems |
things from me
along my fingertips bare shoots
of days then years unfurl in the cold air | img2poems |
a small moon that's been hidden
under my pillow that's been changing
the way my body moves this whole time | img2poems |
like the woman the magician levitates
over the table her body floating an unlikely
inch or two above the velvet-draped plateau | img2poems |
red rocks blood clots bearing boys blood sands
swimming being from women's hands we originate
originally spontaneous as hemorrhage | img2poems |
could be cousins left on the land bridge
contrary to popular belief that was a two-way toll
in any case we'd claim them give them some place to stay | img2poems |
at the skinning knives
i think
i'll call this mercy too | img2poems |
a kite tugging on its string gives you a sense of what's up there
though it is translated and by a string
out there in the dark the true thing | img2poems |
a letter on thin blue paper
someone is putting
down the needle onto a spinning record just so | img2poems |
of the self to arrive at some essential plane where
poems were supposed to succeed
i was wrong | img2poems |
this is the house i was born in
look at it
asylum | img2poems |
warden says every man
gotta pay his way on parchman farm
same as the outside | img2poems |
it's that you're beginning
to wash off me like ashes
in holy water | img2poems |
now jennifer had middle mother issues
everything can be illuminated by water
or most things | img2poems |
mothers of lost habitats mothers of fallout mothers
of extinction pray for us because even tomorrow
will be haunted leave them leave us leave | img2poems |
could this be it
a friend wrote her last
words last lost it for all our earth | img2poems |
some of us are like trees that grow with a spiral grain
as if prepared for the path of the spirit's journey
to the world of all souls | img2poems |
it is not an easy path
a dog stands at the opening constellation
past the great helping hand | img2poems |
the dog wants to know
did you ever harm an animal hurt any creature
did you take a life you didn't eat | img2poems |
it is a world that can't be imagined by ordinary means
after this first one
the next could be a map of forever | img2poems |
from between stars are the words we now refuse
loneliness longing whatever suffering
might follow your life into the sky | img2poems |
once those are gone the life you had
against your own will the hope even the prayers
take you one more bend around the river of sky | img2poems |
vote red
we
soon dead | img2poems |
and now we ask: will you stay long
and will we go on reaching our hands toward you
london december | img2poems |
carcass beside spirit
o come to my hand unkillable
whatever continues continue to approach | img2poems |
the count of cappuccino
the marquise of meringue
all the little cantuccini | img2poems |
no meaning to life can be found in this holy language
nor beyond the lyrical fabricator's inescapable theme
be found the loathed find there is nothing to find | img2poems |
delineate my entire stratagem
must i settle into phantomness
and not say i understand things better than god | img2poems |
my soul disclaims the kindred of her earth
and made for empire whispers me within
desire of greatness is a god-like sin | img2poems |
the words in my dream: actuarial file
actuary a registrar or
notary who keeps records of the acts of a court | img2poems |
everything that happens happens once and for all
is this true
if so what then | img2poems |
and the ones who come after us maybe they can
understand us forgive us as we do forgive our parents our
grandparents moving so distantly through their lives | img2poems |
of chemical incentives combinations
of which can pretty much answer for most
of our habits and for our affections | img2poems |
o go home brother go home
the devil's back again
and magic hell is swallowing flies | img2poems |
to the piano of ragtime music
paul newman plunges his head
into a basin of ice and water | img2poems |
a consummate conman with robert redford
he's up and ready to take on the mafia
the sting is on | img2poems |
but to them it's jazz
it's all cool
for jazz makes them look cool | img2poems |
as for ragtime just a last minute
anachronistic improvisation
for good cinema's sake | img2poems |
wishing to be to act to live
he must ask
first in other words to actually exist | img2poems |
the garage man returns
and puts the change in my hand
counting the singles carefully | img2poems |
bright autumn moon
pond snails crying
in the saucepan | img2poems |
the world rises and falls
each day
through the eyes of a fish | img2poems |
he held her like a saxophone
when she was his girl
her tongue trembling at the reed | img2poems |
jerusalem's repose shall make amends
for time this letter wastes thy time and mine
till when once more thy pardon and farewell | img2poems |
at length erasmus that great injur'd name
stemm'd the wild torrent of a barb'rous age
and drove those holy vandals off the stage | img2poems |
see
and confess one comfort still must rise
'tis this: though man's a fool yet god is wise | img2poems |
how much less those much higher in degree
and so much fairer and much more than these
as these are fairer than the land and seas | img2poems |
my body laid out on a marble slab
naked but for a linen sheet tucked under
its chin as though to keep the patient warm | img2poems |
a solemn band approached identified
the late departed with what looked like mingled
relief mild satisfaction and bereavement | img2poems |
sensing its mute but anchored trust that parts
lucky for others would befriend as well
oh love even the heir that flesh once named | img2poems |
even the wolves holding resonant
conversations in their
forests thickened with legend | img2poems |
in this country the animals
have the faces of
animals | img2poems |
their eyes
flash once in car headlights
and are gone | img2poems |
a girl is running
don't tell me
she's running for her bus | img2poems |
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