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the old magic won't work now
but it's nice
to be reminded of it | img2poems |
drops her petals
as if she could always
make more | img2poems |
we know
what she looks like
naked | img2poems |
how the realtor's lens makes everything look larger
and there's so much glare the floor looks wow
under the smartificial xmas tree | img2poems |
after studying comparative reality
i began die polyvinylchloride tannenbaumserie
turn off that tiny tasteful star i commanded | img2poems |
i know what you mean you said
it's like the time i was compelled to speak
on hedonism to the monks and nuns | img2poems |
and tell me what creature what peril
could craft that sound that night
dropped like a nubile sliver in my ear | img2poems |
there is no freedom of silence
when morture forces us to speak
from organs other than the heart | img2poems |
see how it grows its own cross of fur
and bears it on its back
i showed you that | img2poems |
here is a pot of tea
let's share it
slowly like sisters | img2poems |
the first track still almost swings
high hat and snare even
a few bars of sax the stratosphere will singe-out soon enough | img2poems |
the dark we've only ever imagined now audible thrumming
marbled with static like gristly meat
a chorus of engines churns | img2poems |
silence taunts: a dare
everything that disappears
disappears as if returning somewhere | img2poems |
we'll be passing through heaven in a split pea shell
emptied of light hard as effusive green
ore the blood corrupts daily within and without | img2poems |
carrion flowers
slip
from my hand | img2poems |
is bemidji though the blues here around
more the cast of a kestrel's blue-gray crown
than the blue-black of my cousins back home | img2poems |
stitches the buttons of his shirt to my skin
the snake hisses
the snake is torn | img2poems |
there's always a mother
of some other creature
born to fight for her young | img2poems |
in this glacial quiet
nothing moves except
then a flash of eyes amp nerves | img2poems |
does he exist in the order of things
how does life begin when does it end
and is that good or evil | img2poems |
leading me to inquire
since pathos is out of place
what it is that they are practicing | img2poems |
not with delphi not with fangs or cardamom bought
in fez red with spring red with
marathon running cheeks | img2poems |
by opening anywhere a drop
and its story reappear
as air turns to water water to air | img2poems |
bones are easier to find than flowers
in the desert so i paint these
fine white skulls of cows and horses | img2poems |
i know the dark night of the soul
does not need god's eye
as a beggar does not need a hand or a bowl | img2poems |
there is nothing that controls our thoughts
more than what we think we see
which we label we | img2poems |
while the water still spills and the cat squints at leaves
blown my father wears brahms families lean in on one
for a group shot and the rock remains shattered in a star | img2poems |
how's life
do you cough
do you hum to drown out the mice in your mind | img2poems |
are you bored with her new body
how's it going with an earthly woman
with no sixth sense | img2poems |
he doesn't like the switch-up
what's out there
he wonders in what he'll call ocean for now | img2poems |
to his right is an alligator
but the head-ridge has no bone
it's propped up instead by fumes: rich dark and pungent | img2poems |
far off men are cradling cracked dolphins
arrows of fire shoot out the blowholes
the wounds bleed silver | img2poems |
ii
by the power of the hidden name i-am-that-i-am
and by the dew of desire and blessing the dead will live again | img2poems |
iii
i-am is the power of your name in concealment
and one who knows its mystery dwells in eternity's instant | img2poems |
bring light to my eyes with your teaching and let not the husks
that surround your hosts obstruct me
may heaven and adam's children judge me with mercy | img2poems |
the sky is washed and dark
other eyes have known
and shifted away from my eyes | img2poems |
but i've never heard words like this
in the night
with my head on your chest rest | img2poems |
and who could fail
to search for you
who sends down food when it is due | img2poems |
parched with stubble and the last corn-shocks
unfurlings blood fatigue
deranged by dahlia-nearness | img2poems |
drink tasty antidotes
otherwise
you and the werewolf: newlyweds | img2poems |
how to go on walking hand in hand
without our bodies on the path
we made for our feet talking talking | img2poems |
translate us too rough line by line
into your crystalline
severe design | img2poems |
child who once was come forth
what brings us together now
and what do we have to say | img2poems |
options
teasing enchantment
how still the riddle lies | img2poems |
options
insistent shaft a tighter breathing
the sibyl's many leaves are laurel made for wreathing | img2poems |
a point
get even says the horizon
like the sun democratic and unsparing | img2poems |
joe schiavone was the veteran who took the job not a bad guy
dr
vineburg did get elected mayor joe worked for him for years | img2poems |
all you need's this play of surface
all that you need
all you have | img2poems |
god turned to speak to me
god found i wasn't there
at least not over half | img2poems |
another they give birth
a third they grow new chins
at a fourth they're lopped | img2poems |
i'm inside that brilliant gravity
i think of time i'm in the driver's
nightmare and it shudders by | img2poems |
dove knows the rubric
and starts in who
who is next and soon | img2poems |
you would allow yourself a message
how to make it low-key
how to keep it to a few lines | img2poems |
you lean down into the white heap of black words
you pad out toward the water fountain
into someone's eyeshadowed look the lush backwash of her skirt | img2poems |
often have i wished
i had eight pairs of hands to hold them
and another body for the gun | img2poems |
the skin of the burnished limb
until the skin is just another piece
of your household furniture | img2poems |
it's not too blonde or red
you can grasp
it with your eyes he said the way you wear it | img2poems |
the room the sun never touched
the sound of cars dropping you to sleep
your pupils large amp hungry for light | img2poems |
wheel me down to the shore
where the lighthouse was abandoned
and the moon tolls in the rafters | img2poems |
let me hear the wind paging through the trees
and see the stars flaring out one by one
like the forgotten faces of the dead | img2poems |
we're here for the time being i answer to the query
just for a couple of years we said a dozen years back
nothing is more permanent than the temporary | img2poems |
when we crossed the water we only brought what we could carry
but there are always boxes that you never do unpack
nothing is more permanent than the temporary | img2poems |
and the nearest my father could come to saying what
he made of that was lamely to say he didn't
schumann didn't my father didn't know why | img2poems |
death with honor derides death without
realpolitik and offshore accounts
are erased like a thumb drive lost in a fire | img2poems |
amp milk
salt
silver liquor of the spirits the winter tuber's pulp | img2poems |
buzz aldrin spied a plain from space: twice rhode island-sized
not a glacier but this vast evaporation a place so flat we use its plane
to calibrate the altitude of satellites measure the retreat of polar ice | img2poems |
where does life begin and end
in the lamb or the cotton
my pillow is my friend | img2poems |
i smell the blood of low-definition attorneys
i smell the blood of low-definition attorneys
i smell the blood of low-definition attorneys | img2poems |
do you find the squeak
of boots on snow
excruciating | img2poems |
returning as ever
to mother's house
under a salty rain | img2poems |
did it ever sit close to the ants and their piles
of dirt from which that body had come
you were a small boy once i suppose | img2poems |
to make the tongue so it could work
who shoved inside that mouth
the shit of a hundred thousand worms | img2poems |
worked hand in hand with him possessor of
the six great gifts of womanhood from needlework
through chastity to sweet words and gentle speech | img2poems |
what names people have
stephen i
yenser | img2poems |
or herbert
george herbert
(such embranglement | img2poems |
or is it the rebellious the disobedient
whose sisters' brothers died on our side near samarra
without whom our world's better off | img2poems |
well my emotional palette is wider now
it includes
colors like i paused | img2poems |
you'd wait in the orchard for hours
to watch a deer
break from the shadows | img2poems |
three years huang gongwang
worked on his famous handscroll
dwelling in the fuchun mountains | img2poems |
honors may go to others
riches may go to others
huang gongwang has one great job to do | img2poems |
my ears
why do i only hear such unnatural things
although come to think of it death is completely natural | img2poems |
i'm just exasperated
everywhere life-sounds
swarm this our shared pond like mating turtles | img2poems |
don't buy a book
don't go to bed early
seek out beige in foodstuffs and landscapes | img2poems |
chew gum if you're overwhelmed
you're in this alone
that means there's nobody to stop you | img2poems |
what must go through you when we pass them
at a distance those black maws yawning out of the hillside
exhaling the unspeakable | img2poems |
can't you feel it now
can't you
can't you | img2poems |
between the big buildings
i sat like a flea crouched
in the stopped works of a watch | img2poems |
a lavender fog breeds with our children
our girls are dying on the roadsides
their wombs pried open by the scramble that grows inside | img2poems |
save us from the lavender fog
it's the ghosts of your dead people
who have never bothered our village before | img2poems |
seeing him wave that blood-red bayonet
i reckoned we were glad
to have him on the side | img2poems |
it isn't for anything a poem is country
and it needs you to keep walking it and i walk out into it now carrying my friend
and smelling the paddocky wind and feeling the rain cold on my face | img2poems |
and while we watch magritte's sky turn el greco
roofs de chirico beneath the plastic clouds
a plane is pasted on a sudden patch of blue | img2poems |
pomp lowers his paper for a while to watch
the beauties he's begotten with his ann
these new truths they can hardly wait to teach | img2poems |
outside the window clouds are swelling
into growing darkness and there's a man
hard on his knees planting something in the rain | img2poems |
just enough rain an hour ago
to give the wispy dry grass some hope
turning it green instantly | img2poems |
purples of the mosses turned
some million shades
six million more | img2poems |
maybe a genital-faced bivalve to be dashed
with tabasco and eaten whole or to his glory
produce a pearl | img2poems |
and when it reached the height of enoch
standing he tore whole tongues
down to their colors | img2poems |
without a scar he stood
as the men make their way
into the quaking wood | img2poems |
whatever the cost i pay up at the minnow pools
i don't know anything of the misery of these trapped fish
or the failure of the marsh i'm so hidden | img2poems |
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