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there is the world dimensional for
those untwisted by the love of things
irreconcilable | img2poems |
and the weather bum hips and cholesterol
our small talk numbing as a dial tone
serious as prayer | img2poems |
for me i think i speak as i was taught
i always see the garden and god there
a-making man's wifei always see the garden and god there | img2poems |
wife see genesis :-: and my lesson learned
the value and significance of flesh
i can't unlearn ten minutes afterwards | img2poems |
florentines john the baptist who baptized jesus see matthew also see earlier note
saint ambrose who puts down in black and white
the convent's friends and gives them a long daysaint ambrose | img2poems |
bear witness for me wheresoe'er ye be
with what deep worship i have still adored
the spirit of divinest liberty | img2poems |
and conquering by her happiness alone
shall france compel the nations to be free
till love and joy look round and call the earth their own | img2poems |
the dim boy claps because the others clap
the polite word handicapped is muttered in the stands
isn't it wrong the way the mind moves back | img2poems |
score to pitcher fading badly in the heat
isn't it wrong to be or not be spastic
isn't it wrong the way the mind moves back | img2poems |
i'm laughing at a neighbor girl beaten to scream
by a savage father and i'm ashamed to look
the dim boy claps because the others clap | img2poems |
the score is always close the rally always short
i've left more wreckage than a quake
isn't it wrong the way the mind moves back | img2poems |
that never will those on its breast
see an ennobling sight
drink of the feeling of quiet again | img2poems |
who are you reader reading my poems an hundred years hence
i cannot send you one single flower from this wealth of the spring one single streak of gold from yonder clouds
open your doors and look abroad | img2poems |
god's angels again are for satan
forlorn
salvation was bought but sin sold in real time | img2poems |
when i reach inside i am frosted
my hand like a pond in winter pale
fingers below of leaves or carp | img2poems |
after it fed the two halves joined
the missing ones unmourned
all as it was before | img2poems |
dead and dark for a long time
we are as stars to them
stars wishing to be wished on | img2poems |
all the fun wonderful
sandy sunny things we do
at summerhouse time | img2poems |
guess who really stole
mrs
bagwell's ring | img2poems |
guess what mrs
bagwell
is doing now | img2poems |
i hold my hand up
whoa
one guess at a time please | img2poems |
and every night who knows (a laughter
troubles us like dreams) who skates
above peering through the pane | img2poems |
her body witness is so also is her voice
of torment coming from unknown event
unclean is the nature and name of the enchantment | img2poems |
a life is waiting
its webbed hand
reached out | img2poems |
fate has written a tragedy its name is the human heart
the theatre is the house of life woman the mummer's part
the devil enters the prompter's box and the play is ready to start | img2poems |
but i lie down
to a different turbulence
and a plan of transformation | img2poems |
somewhere some angel pities me as god
must once have pitied her: her voice forgets
its tenement and i neglect the words | img2poems |
will his strength slay thy worm in hell
go to
cover thy countenance and watch and fear | img2poems |
they are all gone away
the house is shut and still
there is nothing more to say | img2poems |
through broken walls and gray
the winds blow bleak and shrill
they are all gone away | img2poems |
nor is there one to-day
to speak them good or ill
there is nothing more to say | img2poems |
iv
these fought in any case
and some believing pro domo in any case | img2poems |
the thin clear gaze the same
still darts out faun-like from the half-ruin'd face
questing and passive | img2poems |
but that's also
the kind of book
i like best | img2poems |
indistinguishable inasmuch as they
are countless sire
all the unglittering other dropped stones | img2poems |
with what frivolity we have pared them
like toenails clipped them like ends of
split hair | img2poems |
i stand high in the community
my name is in who's who
people argue about my modesty | img2poems |
i am of the race of the prematurely desperate
in poverty of comfort i lay gunpowder plots
i lapse my insurance | img2poems |
i am the babbitt metal of the future
i never read more than half of a book
but that half i read forever | img2poems |
i take my place beside the philistine and unfold my napkin
this afternoon i defend the marines
i goggle at long cars | img2poems |
the homosexual lectures me brilliantly in the beer booth
i can feel my muscles soften
he smiles at my terror | img2poems |
pitchpots flicker in the lemon groves
i gaze down on the plains of hollywood
my fine tan and my arrogance my gray hair and my sneakers o israel | img2poems |
everything i need
is
in it | img2poems |
turn turn thy wheel above the staring crowd
thy wheel and thou are shadows in the cloud
thy wheel and thee we neither love nor hate | img2poems |
if not for the cat
and the scarcity of cheese
i could be content | img2poems |
before i go let me thank the man who mugs you
taking your last paycheck thank the boss who steals
your tips thank the women who may break you | img2poems |
but in the darkness and the cloud
while israel made their gods of gold
altho' the trumpet blew so loud | img2poems |
at the end of the story
when the plague has arrived
the performance can begin | img2poems |
and nobody would commit suicide only
to find beyond death
bridgeport ohio | img2poems |
that soft lost near and distant voice
i'm happy now i'm happy oh don't
move don't go away | img2poems |
peer at your ceiling
where a light dangles hook amp line
could be slipping through | img2poems |
behind me did they stretch in solemn train
feebler and feebler and i stood and watched
till all was tranquil as a summer sea | img2poems |
flirt fattened thursday of december's gorge
the twelve pigs of the zodiac stew the zeal
slow simmering giddy fizzling squeals | img2poems |
h: i have trouble with no amp know
with knew amp new too
why do people do that | img2poems |
h: see you make it hard for a house
anyway i don't
usually speak | img2poems |
h: i'd like to climb mountains
you can leave me
whenever you want but i'm stuck with you | img2poems |
h: none of your business
the sex life of houses isn't
known to humans nor will it ever be | img2poems |
yo-ho-ho would say the sailors
for six days
while on the shore their women moaned | img2poems |
they left not footsteps trails in uncut grass
like parallel snakes
no wonder | img2poems |
and everywhere sharp palmettos
clacked their tongues in homage to language
i should have rhymed them with stilettos | img2poems |
i'm fourteen
i'm a wind from nowhere
i can break your heart | img2poems |
and this feels painfully beautiful
whether or not
it will change the world one drop | img2poems |
or of its end
cries the child
hiding himself in the cushions | img2poems |
when he awakened
she was just returning from
one of her little trips | img2poems |
thus in a department store
petite impressions might neighbor
town square | img2poems |
that tree makes their own torsion
seem natural
and so they're comforted | img2poems |
for compared to my grief for you what are those of kashmir
and what are the griefs of the universe
when i remember you beyond all accounting o my mother | img2poems |
domino gloria
don john of austria
is shouting to the ships | img2poems |
domino gloria
don john of austria
has set his people free | img2poems |
the waking dream's intact
the world continues not to change
and staying the same changes us | img2poems |
ugliest little boy
that everyone ever saw
that is what everyone said | img2poems |
don't touch me
cried the little
fairy-like being in the playground | img2poems |
to celebrate the joyous day
when we regained the right to pray
to our one god in our own way | img2poems |
oh i have the sense of infinity
but the world sailors is round
they say there is no end to it | img2poems |
drest as though bold robin hood
would with his maid marian
sup and bowse from horn and can | img2poems |
we live in wonder
blaze in a cycle of passion and apprehension
though once we lay and waited for a death | img2poems |
saw in the lake's heaped frozen
waves a new car
exhibition restaurant luxury housing | img2poems |
my ghost is trying its weight
on stepping stones look it's peeling off
weaned into the asphalt river | img2poems |
would to god they did so still
then i'd 'scape the heat and racket
of the good ship lisbon packet | img2poems |
nothing rhymes in english with an orange
it stands alone with luster in a far tinge
it stands alone and seems to make a star cringe | img2poems |
on saturday it's blue like an orange
or like a surrealist sight rhyme in a garage
nothing rhymes in english with an orange | img2poems |
but rime riche is rich enough for an orange
still my doorman sings put it away in storage
it stands alone and seems to make a star cringe | img2poems |
orange replies: i'm drunk from my last bar-binge
half-rhymes like hangovers suddenly impinge
but nothing rhymes in english with an orange | img2poems |
while my wife in french eats one in her nude linge
playwrights synge and inge flap forward on a car-hinge
it stands alone and seems to make a star cringe | img2poems |
hue of concrete into each limb
a house of blue-ring flames
to mimic someone better run | img2poems |
is it well to wish thee happy
having known me to decline
on a range of lower feelings and a narrower heart than mine | img2poems |
what is this
his eyes are heavy think not they are glazed with wine
go to him it is thy duty kiss him take his hand in thine | img2poems |
well 't is well that i should bluster
hadst thou less unworthy proved
would to god for i had loved thee more than ever wife was loved | img2poems |
where is comfort
in division of the records of the mind
can i part her from herself and love her as i knew her kind | img2poems |
overlive it lower yet be happy
wherefore should i care
i myself must mix with action lest i wither by despair | img2poems |
can i but relive in sadness
i will turn that earlier page
hide me from my deep emotion o thou wondrous mother-age | img2poems |
not in vain the distance beacons
forward forward let us range
let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change | img2poems |
that plastic preserve dorsal
fin tremulous snap and
of brine shrimp's gone | img2poems |
the quiet
next time won't you sing with me
those great diminished chords: a girl i know | img2poems |
i struggled to tell things back from decades gone
the mournful american soldier testifying
about my lai: i shot the older lady | img2poems |
and the innocuous-looking cottage
in the woods with its lapping tongue
of a welcome mat slurped me in | img2poems |
that placed you in that world
and me in this or that misfortune
placed these worlds in us | img2poems |
shall i say i have gone at dusk through narrow streets
and watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
of lonely men in shirt-sleeves leaning out of windows | img2poems |
and the afternoon the evening sleeps so peacefully
smoothed by long fingers
asleep | img2poems |
she is large and matronly
and rather dirty
a little sardonic-looking as if domesticity had driven her to it | img2poems |
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