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though what she does except lay four eggs at random in the garden once a year
and put up with her husband
i don't know | img2poems |
he is much smaller
dapper beside her
and ridiculously small | img2poems |
poor little earthy house-inhabiting osiris
the mysterious bull tore him at adolescence into pieces
and he must struggle after reconstruction ignominiously | img2poems |
while i i pity monsieur
he pesters her and torments her said the woman
how much more is he pestered and tormented say i | img2poems |
this face had no use for light took none of it
grew cavernous against stars bore into noon
a dark of midnight by its own resources | img2poems |
yet where it lay in sleep where the pillows held it
with the blind plaster over it and the four walls
keeping the night carefully it was undone | img2poems |
sixty-watt light squared to a window frame
across a well of air across wind and window
leaped and made shine the dark face in its sleep | img2poems |
stretched into dusky lands
like a dark and silent companion
evening held out her hands | img2poems |
why they are always standing in a semicircle
with their arms folded their bare legs set apart
their breasts protected by hard metal disks | img2poems |
the man who married magdalene
had not forgiven her
god might pardon every sin | img2poems |
i peer into each and see a faceless
red center red spokes like a star
they are and are not like what we are | img2poems |
the cloud of mortal destiny
others will front it fearlessly
but who like him will put it by | img2poems |
he will not go behind his father's saying
and he likes having thought of it so well
he says again good fences make good neighbours | img2poems |
like sculptured effigies they might be seen
upon their marriage-tomb the sword between
each wishing for the sword that severs all | img2poems |
perchance my heart may pardon you this deed
but be no coward: you that made love bleed
you must bear all the venom of his tooth | img2poems |
and one foolish man
climbs up his death high
in his elliptic face | img2poems |
caught in the car's closed door beating its whole bird
body against it
trying it appeared to bang himself free | img2poems |
and who knows how long he'd been there wailing
who
knows he and the other i mistook at first for a bat | img2poems |
the sky was full of birds the day her daddy died
i think
his widow said he drowned one morning on a fishing trip | img2poems |
i think his name was sonny runs out from his duplex
to pull my father off
you see where i'm going with this | img2poems |
nose and mouth each time he comes up for air
imagine
the birds coasting away and the waters suddenly calm | img2poems |
moral
if you were born to walk the ground
remain there do not fool around | img2poems |
what do you stand on such high legs for
why this length of shredded shank
you exaltation | img2poems |
is it so that you shall lift your centre of gravity upwards
and weigh no more than air as you alight upon me
stand upon me weightless you phantom | img2poems |
i heard a woman call you the winged victory
in sluggish venice
you turn your head towards your tail and smile | img2poems |
how can you put so much devilry
into that translucent phantom shred
of a frail corpus | img2poems |
queer with your thin wings and your streaming legs
how you sail like a heron or a dull clot of air
a nothingness | img2poems |
settle and stand on long thin shanks
eyeing me sideways and cunningly conscious that i am aware
you speck | img2poems |
come then let us play at unawares
and see who wins in this sly game of bluff
man or mosquito | img2poems |
if that is so then i believe a little in providence protecting the innocent
but it sounds so amazingly like a slogan
a yell of triumph as you snatch my scalp | img2poems |
blood red blood
super-magical
forbidden liquor | img2poems |
such silence such suspended transport
such gorging
such obscenity of trespass | img2poems |
queer what a big stain my sucked blood makes
beside the infinitesimal faint smear of you
queer what a dim dark smudge you have disappeared into | img2poems |
autumn leaves
your hair the hue of rain-drenched bark your voice
don't ever leave me | img2poems |
under the sun it glowed
under the moon
more glowing | img2poems |
there's no one tosses them about
but mr
nobody | img2poems |
rose leaves when the rose is dead
and so thy thoughts when thou art gone
love itself shall slumber on | img2poems |
a mass of moth-eaten cloud
threadbare and spun across
a bullish moon | img2poems |
when something drops onto her toes one night
she calls it a fox
but she feeds it | img2poems |
thus wasted joys will show their early bloom
yet crumble at the breath of a caress
snatch it thou scatterest wide its emptiness | img2poems |
chide not it was not vanity nor sense
but nature cadencing her joy of strength
to the harmonious limits of her right | img2poems |
just as you're having what you wanted most
you want it more and more until that's more
than you or it or both of you can bear | img2poems |
as they would flail crops
when the spring comes and flood and tassels
rise as my head | img2poems |
flamingos
and now
the moon pressing back through the tree-line | img2poems |
take not the name in vain
direct
thy swearing unto some effect | img2poems |
kiss not thy neighbor's wife
of course
there's no objection to divorce | img2poems |
bear not false witness
shake your head
and say that you have heard it said | img2poems |
the sorrow on her face
is sealed: the living flesh is turned to stone
she knows all all that life and time can tell | img2poems |
they linger awhile in the dazzling sepulchral city
delicately exploring their romantic diseases
the gangster the capitalist and their proteg | img2poems |
in predawn dark a rat falling from a rafter is a dollop
wind a whir and suddenly i'm remembering my mother
teaching me to bake her hot water sponge cake | img2poems |
them as 'as munny an' all wot's a beauty
the flower as blaws
but proputty proputty sticks an' proputty proputty graws | img2poems |
luvv
what's luvv
thou can luvv thy lass an' 'er munny too | img2poems |
larn'd a ma' bea
i reckons i 'annot sa mooch to larn
but a cast oop thot a did 'bout bessy marris's barne | img2poems |
bessy marris's barne
'siver i kep 'um i kep 'um my lass tha mun understond
i done moy duty boy 'um as i 'a done boy the lond | img2poems |
with the shocked amp seeded
sweetness of an apple
split open by a meat cleaver | img2poems |
oh no no no it was too cold always
i was much too far out all my life
and not waving but drowning | img2poems |
when they are in use
when synagogues are
in ruins weeds are not to be picked there | img2poems |
so much hurting to get to this moment
when i'm beneath you
wanting it to go on and to end | img2poems |
forward the gracious hours have fared
and see
the sun is risen | img2poems |
what do you see
i asked
but she didn't move or answer me | img2poems |
our backs to the storm we play out
old anxieties losing each game to time and starting over
we must save what's being threatened and not ask why | img2poems |
full soon thy soul shall have her earthly freight
and custom lie upon thee with a weight
heavy as frost and deep almost as life | img2poems |
just amazing
i think i could wrap my arms all the way around
the -miles-circumferenced earth | img2poems |
the trumpet of a prophecy
o wind
if winter comes can spring be far behind | img2poems |
there is a little lightning in his eyes
iron at the mouth
his brows ride neither too far up nor down | img2poems |
in harvest time whilst she might go and glean
then well away
for she undone was clean | img2poems |
peace quod the towny mouse why speakest thou so loud
and by the hand she took her fair and well
welcome quod she my sister by the rood | img2poems |
and made her there against her will remain
that had forgotten her poor surety and rest
for seeming wealth wherein she thought to reign | img2poems |
alas my poynz how men do seek the best
and find the worst by error as they stray
and no marvail when sight is so opprest | img2poems |
then seek no more out of thyself to find
the thing that thou hast sought so long before
for thou shalt feel it sitting in thy mind | img2poems |
mad if ye list to continue your sore
let present pass and gape on time to come
and deep yourself in travail more and more | img2poems |
wherefrom fall all architectures i am
i say are likenesses of the first beloved
whose flowers are flames lit to the lady | img2poems |
she it is queen under the hill
whose hosts are a disturbance of words within words
that is a field folded | img2poems |
how some they have died and some they have left me
and some are taken from me all are departed
all all are gone the old familiar faces | img2poems |
the loose earth shook
the very hills were stirred
the silence of the dead was all i heard | img2poems |
what can be done we know
but have no fear
if you fail now we shall not see or hear | img2poems |
the sun was over our town it was like a blade
kicking cottonwood leaves we ran toward storms
wherever we looked the land would hold us up | img2poems |
now welcome somer with thy sonne softe
that hast this wintres wedres overshake
and driven away the longe nyghtes blake | img2poems |
dear christ
when thy new vintage fills my cup
this hand shall shake no more nor that wine spill | img2poems |
not rain but fine mist
falls from my lemon tree
a balm of droplets in green shadow | img2poems |
why aren't you here
where are you
come back | img2poems |
lugging my exploded home
and trampling on my own name
i trek to a yearned deformation | img2poems |
shut up smug face you know
nothing of ugliness even that
which you've long bankrolled | img2poems |
the japanese earthquake shifted the axis of the earth
moving japan twelve feet closer to north america
each day shortened by one second | img2poems |
the thinning shade of autumn is
an inherited oriental
red worn to pink nap worn to thread | img2poems |
the basses of their beings throb
in witching chords and their thin blood
pulse pizzicati of hosanna | img2poems |
must be time to get up i assumed
parked outside
border patrol vehicles i had to choose | img2poems |
years old and look like a bad nail
by god they yanked me out
i can tell you | img2poems |
ain't so much me i'm asking for
dog like to get out and piss
think they remember | img2poems |
near the main gate of gary steel i stop
the amber light pours out of stacked horizons
monstrous cranes hang over suburbs | img2poems |
the sangomo told marvin you are crushed by some
weight
only your own ancestors can help you | img2poems |
your repentance all but obscured beneath
a burgeoning yellow fog of frankly more
conspicuous resentment is sufficient | img2poems |
your intermittent concern for the sick
the suffering the needy poor is sometimes
recognizable to me if not to them | img2poems |
aluminum
there was the smell of salt but it
was not the salt of the earth not the sea itself | img2poems |
(then shall my fickle soul forget
thy agony of bloody sweat
my rifle hand is stiff and numb | img2poems |
so let me render back again
this millionth of thy gift
amen | img2poems |
o swallow flying from the golden woods
fly to her and pipe and woo her and make her mine
and tell her tell her that i follow thee | img2poems |
in the dining room there is a brown fish
hanging on the wall who swims along
in his frame while we are eating dinner | img2poems |
only the night air carries your words
up to the dead
i watched them rise become remote | img2poems |
of all the questions you might want to ask
about angels the only one you ever hear
is how many can dance on the head of a pin | img2poems |
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