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dog at my pillow
dog at my feet
my own toothbrush | img2poems |
for the second time this week
i've watched snow fall at sunrise
dawn arrive on a breeze | img2poems |
did you know that maryland
has no natural but only man-made lakes
nope | img2poems |
whereas you with due forethought
and deliberation bite into
an apple's heart and wish it were your own | img2poems |
where can we go
when our wings weigh more
than the rest of us | img2poems |
hence an axe above each separate entrance
as the hero becomes hardly a voice
and the sad dogs appear on the screen | img2poems |
the doors of the subway car imitate an o opening and closing
in the blood the o spirals its helix of defects genetic shadows
but there are no instructions for identifying loved ones who go crazy | img2poems |
i am afraid i will walk the streets naked i am afraid i will shout
every fucked up thing that troubles or enchants me i will try to murder
or make love to everybody before the police handcuff or murder me | img2poems |
you must look without looking to make the perfect circle
the line the mind must be a blind continuous liquid
until the drawing is complete | img2poems |
i wanted to make myself like the ravine
so that all good things
would flow into me | img2poems |
compare those with the risks
of becoming a well
with a well-bolted lid | img2poems |
the palm stands on the edge of space
the wind moves slowly in the branches
the bird's fire-fangled feathers dangle down | img2poems |
that's what misery is
nothing to have at heart
it is to have or nothing | img2poems |
it is a thing to have
a lion an ox in his breast
to feel it breathing there | img2poems |
he is like a man
in the body of a violent beast
its muscles are his own | img2poems |
the lion sleeps in the sun
its nose is on its paws
it can kill a man | img2poems |
he was trying to teach me to economize with my language
strindberg gray
he said instead of | img2poems |
and your genial smile made it plain: you were pleased
by my wish to please
and then you died | img2poems |
yesterday white and blue sails pretty on the water
sharp glint of skyscraper glass
then this derecho | img2poems |
for a moment it is something that stays with me like a memory
that does not give up easily
i try wiping my hands onto my jeans but nothing | img2poems |
the seabirds' hunger rose in rings
flung rock-clams to their shatterings
raked gullets full the bone-bills scraped | img2poems |
all winter we slept benched together
breakers sleepdrunk children in a car
not conscious where they go | img2poems |
we kneaded bread kept out the weather
while old suspicions huddled by the door
mice in the snow | img2poems |
on the floor and hear the clink of silverware the stars their distant
speaking and picture the ceiling the back of a woman kneeling
covering the heart and holding up the bed and roof and cooling sky | img2poems |
powerful disobedient
inside their draughty haberdasher's climate
with these people | img2poems |
and not for the waterpools would i go back
the great muscle of my heart
to thirst like a drunkard for the scent-storm of the trees | img2poems |
water mirrors house with high
green door opening out (no
steps) into pure air | img2poems |
i have lived it and lived it
my nervous luxury civilisation
my sugar-loving nerves have battered me to pieces | img2poems |
madness
on my bad days (and i'm being broken
at this very moment) i speak of my ambitions | img2poems |
and he
becomes intensely gloomy with the look of something jugged
morose sour mouldering away with lockjaw | img2poems |
i grow coarser and more modern (i who am driven mad
by my ideas who go nowhere
who dare not leave my frontdoor lest an idea | img2poems |
go to the cinema
i particularly like it when the fog is thick the street
is like a hole in an old coat and the light is brown as laudanum | img2poems |
is somewhere else in his dead bedroom clothes
he wants to make me think his thoughts
to keep away from | img2poems |
swollen drums
they had gravel underfoot
and tongues that could peel citrus | img2poems |
radios throbbed
the wet hush
of my breath flung itself to mother | img2poems |
i spied everything
the north dakota license
the baby on board signs dead raccoons and deer carcasses | img2poems |
i was single-minded in the buzz saw tour i took through
the flatlands of the country to get home
i just wanted to get there | img2poems |
how can i say this more clearly
it was like opening a heavy book
letting the pages feather themselves and finding a dried flower | img2poems |
so if you speak only to
imagined beings
what does only mean | img2poems |
a way to spend an afternoon back when an afternoon
needed spending
before all the silence flooded the house | img2poems |
none of the streets here has a name
but if i'm lost
tonight i'm happy to be lost | img2poems |
monument to the fact
that no one can hurt you no one kill you
like your own people | img2poems |
but may you never go through what we went through
may you never see what we saw
may you never remember amp may you never forget | img2poems |
by the river years ago recursive in memory a
finite moment the past ended
future began | img2poems |
the river flowed south
you were a man's face
floating among stones | img2poems |
by a river in autumn willow leaves were yellow
whisks in updrafts
we were not alone | img2poems |
the river sounded the swish of its name
you
waded the neosho as it meandered east | img2poems |
no one saw flood-seined silt gravel broken
mussel pearls
i stayed you left | img2poems |
by the river i was a child i am grown
i remember
water pooled not moving | img2poems |
live jazz at el fresco is one guy electric plinks
until he turns off the switch closes his eyes
and warbles a boy's tenor wood-flute tones | img2poems |
a time to eat fat
and oil a time to gamble
for pennies and gambol | img2poems |
i carry his mother's framework
a sturdy structure
i learn his birthright | img2poems |
every person has rights no matter
what color
be respectful | img2poems |
someone's going there now
the two are sure to meet
translated from the korean | img2poems |
van gogh waves his paintbrush
leave leave leave
there's no funeral tonight | img2poems |
mr
president
mikey's cursing again | img2poems |
a clamor in the distance
a crowd running under the rain beating
down between the canvases the sea wind set clattering | img2poems |
i took refuge in a museum
outside the great wind mixed with
water reigns alone from now on shaking the glass panes | img2poems |
on the night of a beautiful lunar eclipse
the silhouettes smiled
translated from the japanese | img2poems |
growing going
in drought or monsoon mold or blight
what is the rice if not alive | img2poems |
snow explodes like sugar
that someone is stabbing with a spoon
in a glass of chai | img2poems |
why i'm going to the taklamakan desert
at seventy-five leaving all words behind: the cry
of the emptiness there | img2poems |
there in the taklamakan desert
the silence of a thousand-year-old skull
translated from the korean | img2poems |
but in fact i haven't even touched
you
at least not yet | img2poems |
i look up
and calculate their exact arc
and find instead a flawed theorem | img2poems |
heavy translucent vaporous
split red by mother tongues
winter's breath is pink | img2poems |
i'm taking this back to my perfect desk
said the hg
this is really something | img2poems |
and coming back at night we get on too
quickening to the safety lights through
shadows of gates that thrust across the grit | img2poems |
should i tip him
am i dead
what happens next | img2poems |
the baby sleeps
sunlight plays upon my lap through doily leaves a black lab comes
a scotty goes the day wears on the baby wakes | img2poems |
white soot descends
and he finds himself dressed
like an apprentice baker | img2poems |
anyone could be crucified two thousand
years ago but to be crucified now
to be crucified in napoli lift me up | img2poems |
eyelids fall softly from their gritted corners
chalk let it drizzle stinging flank heifers in their shove and jostle down a bank drinking behind the curtains billowing with images how the unseeable dispersing into folds slung aloft in sea mist impermissible point i breathe i look i carry forward i can sense the last of you taking o rail
i hate the thick floor beneath breathe over a market quarrel let the vault branch recklessly light-streams maze air's stirring giving what-for to earth seeming to attenuate rock is marked fans across the inlet a white shadow writes over deep-set floor | img2poems |
because they could not detach from their objects of unrequited
affection they became the predominant clientele for future
singles cruises unilaterally sustaining the singles cruise business | img2poems |
giving it back to the doctor
who had slipped it poorly
into his coat | img2poems |
flies out of the tree
to try rum cake on a
plate of caroling cherubs | img2poems |
ends up on her back
wings flared silly girl
spinning over the kitchen floor | img2poems |
later between the blinds
tiny bump of silhouette
a stillness against the falling snow | img2poems |
forgive me aunt phyllis for rejecting the cut
glass dishes the odd set you gathered piece
by piece from thirteen boxes of lux laundry soap | img2poems |
and the woman with a hard heart and
softening body who stands in the driveway
making change | img2poems |
and has two
sharp horns about in
ea | img2poems |
compiled by some paralegal underpaid in phoenix
i assure you i will always serve
i am the envoy | img2poems |
death is coming
and you must build a starship
to take you to venus | img2poems |
they say that planet is torment
whipped by circular wind
choked in vitriol clouds | img2poems |
we were always hiking some hill toward some beauty some
human meanness ruined
we were always waiting too long to let ourselves be seen | img2poems |
gregarious in hunger a flock of twenty
turn circles like whorls of barbed wire
no spot below flown over uncanvassed | img2poems |
it wasn't holy so let us not praise gods
let us not look to them for bread
nor the cup that changed water to wine | img2poems |
they were expert at sabotage hand combat
you stop the clock in your paltry chest
the one that says choose choose | img2poems |
deep sleep with necessities i never knew
i knew until meeting you a few days
or many distant voluptuous lifetimes ago | img2poems |
molecules that accumulate in drifts too soon
strewn with sand hewn into browning
mounds by plow blade left to turn to slush | img2poems |
as in giorgione
the suspense
is eternal | img2poems |
because i'm stuck like this my thoughts
are crazy perfidious tripe
anyone shoots badly through a crooked blowpipe | img2poems |
my painting is dead
defend it for me giovanni protect my honor
i am not in the right place i am not a painter | img2poems |
'sinister ugly lurid be their fame
may their familiars grow to shun their name
and their brood perish everlastingly | img2poems |
colonel cold strode up the line
stiffened all that met his glare
horses men and lice | img2poems |
those who watched with hoary eyes
saw two figures gleaming there
gaunt in the grey air | img2poems |
only a mean world would have this man driving around in a city
where for no reason someone is going to fire a bullet into the back of
his head | img2poems |
though in some of your works no chapeau
for in them it is not a bottle but a test tube
one finds one's finger stuck in | img2poems |
no i
i see
there's no point in talking to you | img2poems |
and you will never answer back sun
i do not think you have that power
only i do and i will go away and be the sky | img2poems |
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