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tastes leafy and sweet
and has the power
the old ones say to heal | img2poems |
perhaps to those familiar with their ways
the sight would not have been so startling
a deer fording the missouri in the early afternoon | img2poems |
at one point she hit upon a shoal
and appeared to walk upon a mantle
the light glancing off her thin legs and black hooves | img2poems |
and now i long to bear witness of such things
to tell someone in need the story
of a deer fording the missouri in the early afternoon | img2poems |
inside the northern general
they're trying to burn away
a small piece of your heart | img2poems |
i want to know which bit
how much
and what it holds | img2poems |
the mind's black kettle hisses its wild
exigencies at every turn: the hour before the coffee
and the hour after | img2poems |
penscratch of the gone morning woman
a pitched hysteria watching the mad-ant scramble
her small wants devouring | img2poems |
her binge and skin-thrall
her old selves being shuffled off into labyrinths
this birdless sky a longing | img2poems |
this hour a purge
of its own unselfing
she must make a home of it | img2poems |
here in the cradle of thebes
a towering sphinx roams the garden
her wet dawn devouring | img2poems |
it was the thought that
if you could watch if i could leak to the public the film of when i needed to reach you
that would be one way | img2poems |
the day's owl and its omen
slipping a bright hook
into my cheek | img2poems |
sees him at the far end of the strand
squamous in rubbery weed his knees bobbing
urchins his lean trunk leaning sea-treasure for her | img2poems |
sea-scribbler's chest buckles
in aftershock
his quill is primed: squid-inked and witful | img2poems |
devouring ammonia cyanide and sewage
as fast as we can produce them
this hydra emblem of insatiable desire | img2poems |
meaning homeland mulk
exactly how
my son demands milk | img2poems |
yet after work while the boys and girls played
at tug of war wrestling or archery shy boy mugoo
and shy girl gugoo would draw the boys and girls | img2poems |
i want a short obituary a life brief amp unfulfilled
the introductory melody before a beat's crescendo into song
the game over somewhere in the great plains | img2poems |
arc or the promise of injury if i take a fall
my son
so distant from other children in his sadness | img2poems |
how you wrote it down my friend held it
in the starless night
amp gave it pink fingers with which to scratch back | img2poems |
when g died began the midnight panic attacks
he spoke french and english
but that didn't help | img2poems |
a tendency to choke
and then how lavishly
it grew to overtake him | img2poems |
flowery and young
came the mourners like bridesmaids
g would have liked it that way | img2poems |
stilettos and stockings
the curves of the widow
sleek and sublimate in blacksilk pants | img2poems |
elsewhere people
went shopping or to the movies
we drove to the crematorium | img2poems |
i can only hope
so many beautiful women
come to my funeral m said | img2poems |
(rude-blooming the flowers of paris
as if snout to blossom
could uncover could reinvoke | img2poems |
i once loved a boy who built batteries
for pacemakers miniature machines
that could glint a heart to life | img2poems |
a small bear stomping
across the table escape
on its mechanical mind | img2poems |
what's within should be held in
choke it down
medicine for the long haul | img2poems |
the magic settles uneasy it turns out fairy dust was always
fake
and the lipstick's made from beetles shells crushed vermillion | img2poems |
and yet their voices sweeten the snaking air
providing the transvestites their proper muses
all of whom have streets named for them in the garden district | img2poems |
but in this room on this costly bed our lovemaking
starts out the slowest grind then like this city's weather
goes from hot to hotter from moist to rainstorm wet | img2poems |
we sniggered as the singing voice came closer
so close we began to sing along conspirators smiling
and we welcomed the doleful silence at the song's inevitable end | img2poems |
my memory of a perfect scent: pine sage and cypress
my friends' faith in the power of rough and winding paths
to take me up a mountain and bring me back | img2poems |
paperbacks record albums text books piled up azaleas on the
parkway
a howl of buzzing bees late spring just before graduation | img2poems |
their bungalow has dueling computers and a real backyard
while nancy and mike's boxes are slowly being unpacked
their bicycles are carefully racked inside their front door | img2poems |
oh my friends who love to hike to ski to bike and me they love
are driving me from boise to ketchum through mountain and
valley beauty | img2poems |
high desert heat is clear dry and when your body rises out of a
chilly car
blam | img2poems |
i used to watch death valley days
death was hinted but not shown the wagon turned over
the wagon train a going | img2poems |
o those long-suffering white people fearful of indians and scared of
bandits
desperate for shade for water for land flowing milk and honey | img2poems |
stewards of american beauty these are the paths my friends make
in wild places
the rise and fall of future walks | img2poems |
the laugh that he laughed
that he wished wasn't his went
hruck sniffle-hick hee-haw | img2poems |
mama has happened
and the rocking horse of your heart
heaves on | img2poems |
my mouth is snow slowly caking that stiff pigeon
my mouth the intricately moist machinery of a plant
i have forgotten if i ever had a mouth | img2poems |
i have two mouths
one like warm rain
or wind manipulating the worn limbs of an elm | img2poems |
i shall survive this death even though the heart is
a shadow of a bone
or thick glass | img2poems |
now wisdom is sour rubbing medicine pasted
over nightmares not the proper wealth of an old man
the arms of his neighbors around him like laurels | img2poems |
aliens have inhabited my aesthetics for
decades
really since the early s | img2poems |
as if you could leave
and
you thought gravity was a problem | img2poems |
at least to those few
who knew a book
to be a friend | img2poems |
we decided to go to the army
for we did not want to be roasted at home
like little pigs | img2poems |
just
do not go
and multiply | img2poems |
if i bow any lower
i will be looking up
at moss | img2poems |
everyone i know wants to douse
the hungry flames flee the endless aftershocks
unravel every vexing question | img2poems |
although i feel like a bird with a broken wing
each day i think of you i fumble an attempt to fly to impress you with
the color of my paper wings | img2poems |
crows are the printed warnings
of a wasted life
they will never leave or abandon us | img2poems |
and they sang to us
with human wings
upon which we sleep | img2poems |
his official language became latin when he ceased to be a jew
biting his nails and collecting cans like a cheap minister with sunny gold teeth
the tender years that once wore oysters would never speak to him again | img2poems |
she is as hundreds of years old as
the stories of the lies
of grandmothers in the cellar | img2poems |
may i ask who
your grandmother died if she died
herself | img2poems |
stopping by woods on a snowy evening he murmurs
something about the dark side of life how awful it can be
as i begin to track silence and signal to a cold source | img2poems |
the picture was magic
and so was johnnie and jill
though not a children's classic | img2poems |
i walked on the hill this summer
tamely carefully slowly
alongside my mother | img2poems |
routines of decaying time
fade and your waking life
gets laborious as science | img2poems |
and a restart of tense
summons your waking size
out through shreds of story | img2poems |
i saw sheep herding and shearing
admired the baby lambs and followed
the from sheep to sweater interpretive trail | img2poems |
i sit on my dock
dangling my feet in the water
counting dragonflies | img2poems |
the boys laughed
said shhh
and stood me up | img2poems |
it's too soon for the front porch swing
no crocuses are opeing
the wind is from the north and chill | img2poems |
the mockingbird has testified
to spring's existence and i see
the buds are on the almond tree | img2poems |
the poem dreams of bodies always leadless bearing
only things ordinary
as water amp light | img2poems |
one day i'll leave not you
but all this this hunger
that pushes each wave | img2poems |
cement is pumped so it bumps top wiper plug
at twelve thirty
then two pressure tests | img2poems |
onds later
it was not yet ten
o'clock when the mayday call was first made | img2poems |
i recognize in its warm death the expression of the starving
with the o-gape of complete despair
i live here | img2poems |
at the end they soberly bong out their names
myths and ideals i could never bring myself to believe in
my prayers the self-flagellation of unrequited love | img2poems |
buses pointing out the hood amp back
the route
every morning goes by the liquor store | img2poems |
he worries about the hazing the beatings
you tell him this is an opportunity
don't miss it | img2poems |
the blankets are big with his body
the cat under the covers
because it is cold out and she is not stupid mews | img2poems |
such gentility
reins all vigor
all caution | img2poems |
thought he knew
presents a gap
between her upper foreteeth when she smiles | img2poems |
the hovering body of a fiery sparrow is almost
transparent
like flute music or an idea | img2poems |
i turn my back
and finally i spot her
my friend the host | img2poems |
she's sipping rum punch from a martini glass
her whole body appears to be smiling glowing
and i don't know what to think | img2poems |
could the cusan speak of love as a return
a plentitude of absence an imprecise
count of the dark from which he would always turn | img2poems |
the binukedine know how to entice
the expansive energy flowing from grace
an absolute measure a stellar device | img2poems |
i would propose a failed sun a sacrifice
that spins an ambiguous body in time
in trust to a sacred field death's other price | img2poems |
what established light will move
or change the structure of light
light an order to disprove | img2poems |
bogged in a bone order syntax and substance
of the passing world i place
my duge in the fragile arms of silence | img2poems |
so much for the quick embrace
of the ceasing instant the chaste argument
only the dead can efface | img2poems |
say that i have written my absolute descent
and stable transformation
through a sounding tone to one that now is spent | img2poems |
the ascent out of despair
must be steady slow or your lungs
will explode your blood boil | img2poems |
he squeezed
around my throat so tight
i thought i'd die with him | img2poems |
there's a lot going on in
the
zombie apocalypse | img2poems |
but wouldn't she recognize
that her mother
was a zombie | img2poems |
so you can decide on your own and he wants
for you not to doubt this: even more blessed
you will be you have heard and not seen | img2poems |
i would stand for hours in one spot
and scores of little kids who hadn't had
a wash for weeks would group round me | img2poems |
i've never been crazy about donuts
but these are the aristocrats
of the donut world and i salute them | img2poems |
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