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st
mary's
th th th | img2poems |
i was the sometimes boy on a leash
my sliver of assent in
as if it were my decision | img2poems |
the pool shark lurked but not to fear
the end unknowable blue inmost and cold
like the comfort of a diplomatic war | img2poems |
wired within
perhaps ignoble i'm still glad
when one spits on his own: they're bad | img2poems |
he put the word
back into her
a heavy kind of music | img2poems |
go out early in the morning no shoes no hats no ties
and quick as a toad's tongue can reach
love wounded the hearts of the mad and the wise | img2poems |
around a drain an old appointment they keep
with an inescapable place this argument
no way claude says to be any less afraid | img2poems |
it's almost may
and yesterday
i saw a firefly | img2poems |
you don't see
them a lot
in the city | img2poems |
it's almost may
and yesterday
i caught a firefly in my hand | img2poems |
first firefly i
seen in a
long long time | img2poems |
make a wish
miss edna said
make a good one | img2poems |
how far
the world you knew amp tall
amp filled finally with strangers | img2poems |
then his voice gets real low and he says
and when it's january and all cold like this
feels like june's a long long ways away | img2poems |
i guess them arguing
on a tuesday in january's an occasion
so i guess this is an occasional poem | img2poems |
i still got his hat
it's light blue
with con edison in white letters | img2poems |
the kitchen sink just overflowed
a flash flood washed away the school
i threw your blanket in the trash | img2poems |
from columbus my father said
you could go just about
anywhere | img2poems |
it whirs as my mother whips it
through the air and down
against my brother's legs | img2poems |
a poem in three parts
a riot is the language of the unheard
martin luther king jr | img2poems |
for ev'n when death dissolves our humane frame
the soul returns to heav'n from whence it came
earth keeps the body verse preserves the fame | img2poems |
and this moment as it happens
our echoing hush as we try to hold
the close music of the blackbird in the bush | img2poems |
were needed to recapture that first exposure says
the voice-over: as though ansel adams were a pioneer
toiling after the spirit not just the body of america | img2poems |
is ansel adams and ansel adams the filter
light renders each tree a bouquet of paper
the great depression gathers like so much weather | img2poems |
oh ye patrons of greyfriar's inn i would exclaim
i am here to meet your high-waisted jane
to embrace her as my comrade as my brother-in-arms | img2poems |
the instruments set down the stage lights dimmed
thank you very much
goodnight graceland | img2poems |
disease took hold with sudden force
we thought that we could hush the moans
so skinned and burned the flagging horse and let the fire consume its bones | img2poems |
my children's skin turned cold and flushed
acquainted as i was with death
i saw their end and held their trust so cut their throats and sucked their breath | img2poems |
and bundled out helplessly from sunlight the usual day
and all particulars of life there fled except the sense that stays
with me for hours and hours that i was valuable and needed there | img2poems |
we'd bindle paradise and stow it where the dust bunnies futz
given leave
swindle us please some less dear salvation | img2poems |
canvas banners thrashing in the storm
chinese lanterns chase across the speckled dusk
like molten bloodhounds packed against the moon | img2poems |
my dad said
could be doing with a suck
on a spliff | img2poems |
down into the pines
down into the flames
down into the rave | img2poems |
when i walk away
i'll leave behind a trail
of lamp-bright rind | img2poems |
we drink too much pineapple rum straight from the bottle
bitch about the red-haired girl the fetish model
a preacher's daughter with a thing for unreasonable shoes | img2poems |
from her faded patchwork quilt bleeding
hearts we watched her mutate into a pvc alice liddell
how did she manage in seven-inch patent heels | img2poems |
my mother's hair
which spans the length
is long washed and uncut | img2poems |
in the field
shepherd's purse
to be seen even in the dark | img2poems |
more than that i remember the flat-seed pouch
weed some call it as if to flourish and seed
in the poorest soil is to be just that | img2poems |
look
a man walks into a field
a field with shepherd's purse | img2poems |
i was the good thief
i held my love's
sweet breath his beautiful intelligent gaze | img2poems |
every girl will ask you to dance and the boys
won't kill you for it
shake your head | img2poems |
in the temper and the tantrum in the well-kept arboretum
i am waiting like an animal
for poetry | img2poems |
isn't that what they say
that and that
historical events exchange glances with nothingness | img2poems |
i am not writing a book about shopping which is a woman shopping
i am not writing accounts of dreams not my own or anyone else's
i am not writing historical re-enactments of any durational literature | img2poems |
i am not writing a history of these times or of past times or of any future
times and not even the history of these visions which are with me all day
and all of the night | img2poems |
saying goodbye to a ghost is a hoax
the birds are still in flight
unhook the birds | img2poems |
the erratic footprints of birds upon the sand or lacerations
no limbs at our disposal only the desire of limbs to reflesh
the ghost gestures | img2poems |
i
a cave with arms at the mouth
our hero is blind: everything he hears he sees | img2poems |
ii
william's cabbage heart shook
he dragged himself from the dirt | img2poems |
iii
as if there is a fig tree rooted in heaven
amp each of its leaves knows all the rules | img2poems |
i want to chant a bliss mantra
prajnaparamita
can you hear me | img2poems |
remember the pears they were so green
and the avocados like guitars honey-golden and
the asparagus like a lion's rainy mane and | img2poems |
a little closer
to the chalk dust this child swinging her left arm
a ribbon agitated by unnamed forces devoured | img2poems |
recipe
smear each side of a pork chop with mustard and dredge in
flour | img2poems |
the ocean
foamy waves wash to shore treasures as a sacrifice to damp
sand | img2poems |
real life
i could have screamed the day john proposed winterizing
the cottage and living there permanently | img2poems |
something to think about
perhaps in our mad scramble to keep our heads above water
we miss the point | img2poems |
human nature
why must we be so intent on destroying everything we
touch | img2poems |
death is a funny thing
most people are afraid of it and yet
they don't even know what it is | img2poems |
death is many different things to many different people
i
think it is safe to say however that most people don't like it | img2poems |
i think it's always nice to know that you are not alone
even
in death | img2poems |
another comforting thought about death is that years or
so after you die nobody who knew you will still be alive to miss
you | img2poems |
did you know that the first poems john ashbery ever had
published were published in poetry magazine under the name of
joel symington | img2poems |
did you know that harry mathews started out to be a com
poser
he studied at the juilliard school of music | img2poems |
peter schjeldahl's father is very famous in the plastic area
he discovered the new lightweight plastic used in bufferin bottles
soon he hopes to open a contraceptive factory in red china | img2poems |
when i lived in boston i used to panhandle on the street
where all of the art galleries were and i got my cigarette butts
from the urns in front of the museum of fine arts | img2poems |
in which as the situation changes
you catch glimpses of yourself
a series of emoticons | img2poems |
what we said we found that night
by these and no other
means | img2poems |
it deepens
it begins
the cyclical method | img2poems |
believing her i swallowed suds
thinking they'd work
from the inside out | img2poems |
i see the alley house at night dark i'm trying
to be pure again but i want all the tones
when you're dead you can have them | img2poems |
his handkerchief a pin or coin he'd touched
a button from his shirt a feather caught
on his coattail such tokens would fetch a price | img2poems |
blood of a witch
can you believe such a thing
i think you may be worldly after all | img2poems |
better to leave at once
i met with him at dawn
we headed east | img2poems |
to have but heard
a crowd of russet-coats imploring us
to such alms-deeds such tender ministries | img2poems |
suppose you sit once more
why yes there if you like where you can see
my herb garden | img2poems |
i planted it the year
dear alice passed: in summer you will wake and drowse
to delicate perfumes | img2poems |
and yet
when it came (after much wrestling
not to begrudge our toil) the fall was swift | img2poems |
i am tired of people
combing their hair
and dripping in gold | img2poems |
on the sands of time
how to embrace introspection's anchor
like a long-lost brother | img2poems |
it was my whole soul transported and all its certainties
that i existed beneath all the legends otherwise
as joy | img2poems |
i give a piece quite near away
then another one and two to three
and say good-bye with some dismay | img2poems |
i hold the script of the gone by matinee
before i ever found a scar a yawn a he
past the years i've spun to macrame | img2poems |
soon i must go and she will stay
dwelling under the apple tree
never to wander blind in first foray | img2poems |
don't have that one
word
this fire all there is | img2poems |
i find it
you have to find it
it isn't love it's what | img2poems |
when i spoke the words i am gay
i had let them fester like blood on a prison cell wall
i hadn't known that they would free themselves | img2poems |
i kissed the darkness three times because it stole
those three merciless words from me
before my mother could | img2poems |
of sudden motion in the mostly still
new dawn and drawn i rose to see the flight
our dark companions exiting the night | img2poems |
for betre it is thei seiden alle
that it of hire so befalle
than if thei scholden alle spille | img2poems |
and thus in hope and good believe
of that the corps schal wel aryve
thei caste it over bord als blyve | img2poems |
i will stay until the bones are picked clean
i will stay until the wide wings swallow the last of the light
until the white bird is free at last | img2poems |
ashglory behind
your shaken-knotted
hands at the threeway | img2poems |
no one
bears witness for the
witness | img2poems |
in seed
sense
the sea stars you out innermost forever | img2poems |
both feet flat the game is done
they think i lost
i think i won | img2poems |
for me a woman's tears
are ikea instructions
on the european side | img2poems |
who knew better the anger of young jocasta
knew that when the oracle or the police
come they are taking someone with them | img2poems |
i'm sure laius looked at the crib
and thought better you
than me kid | img2poems |
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