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fling out the hooves of your hands
open your breast pluck out like an aztec
your heart howling its cro-magnon cries that compel to battles of riddance | img2poems |
split the boy his thorax throat
pierce-peel the craw
a jag-crystalled crust his black scoria slag | img2poems |
i followed my heart he shrugs
so matter-of-fact you might not see
behind his words | img2poems |
my bird-light gutters
its call had sounded
like dry wood giving up a nail | img2poems |
master of students
aquinas
is petrified but says yes | img2poems |
listen how
their rhymes sing
the little deaths you live | img2poems |
my name is kazim
which means patience
i know how to wait | img2poems |
one day after another
perfect
they all fit | img2poems |
and as my bridegroom comes and takes me away from you
you all ask me what is wrong and i say it is
that i will never win | img2poems |
some days he'd set the aperture the opening
as wide as he could
to ruin the picture to let all the light in | img2poems |
how difficult it is to face the white
of nothingness of clarity
we win | img2poems |
language escapes me
passion is smoke
i dissolve | img2poems |
i am talking to you fool
don't
just sit there stretchin' yo' face | img2poems |
the grass rips up the morning snow lights jagged amp yellowish
my aids face is hidden
your rot my epistemology | img2poems |
so
crawl up baby come on keep on floatin
sliding' always: for black journeys always in holiness | img2poems |
this verse says kabir
is your key to the universe
if you can figure it out | img2poems |
did i find says kabir
the beloved that i've become
one with | img2poems |
does anyone know
what i'm talking about
says kabir | img2poems |
i have often asked myself and never found an answer
whence kindness and gentleness come
i don't know it to this day and now must go myself | img2poems |
look just
she high-fives me
it's professor | img2poems |
i remember especially
the hen house and the soft
clucking that filled the sunlit yard | img2poems |
the coming of electricity half next time amp half this
my five
my unending ache at the absence of you | img2poems |
i do not expect that many readers will want to be
masochistic enough to want to read the book in order
from cover to cover | img2poems |
and in the dazzling deafening debauch
of bugles sunlight of huzzas and drum
bring glory to the love-drunk folks at home | img2poems |
the light autoerotic theatrical with an unbearable listing
stalled in cusp in leonine torpor
is courage artifice | img2poems |
leave the hotel without baggage fly
direct to geneva
they await you there | img2poems |
possum observed that the local portagoose folk dance
was danced by the same dancers in divers localities
in political welcome | img2poems |
any lapse and you tumble back into the brain's forks rick-racking
the minutes for the lock that unclicks the coffining dark the
hooded stranger with papa's voice the makeshift bed | img2poems |
sold the damn lot six weeks later
sordellus de godio
quan ben m'albir e mon ric pensamen | img2poems |
in meiner heimat
where the dead walked
and the living were made of cardboard | img2poems |
and you wept
and flowers bowed their heads
and doves in the silk of their sorrow stumbled | img2poems |
i won't be dying after all not now but will go on living dizzily
hereafter in reality half-deaf to reality in the room
perfumed by the fire that our inextinguishable will begins | img2poems |
for those who accused their ancestors
of eating salt there were these hands
tracing what was left after the sweat | img2poems |
i saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness starving hysterical naked
dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix
angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery | img2poems |
light was on its way
from nothing
to nowhere | img2poems |
light was all business
light was full speed
when it got interrupted | img2poems |
i find it in a field of feathers pink-crested
a knuckle of bone picked clean by the wind
a pale mohawk mounted on stone | img2poems |
a still point byzantine one star
in a galaxy of trillions
i had to find my friends | img2poems |
if i hadn't jostled the mosaic
maybe i could stop the picture
buildings of stirred beach glass | img2poems |
stars
are the campfires
of exiles | img2poems |
language exists
to pull things
close | img2poems |
first the factory stood quiet as an asylum
then the annihilating mallee with its red fists of blossoms
and the mountain ash creeping over it like a stain | img2poems |
i have no proof but i tell you
there were leadlight windows here once barred
they cast a little striped light on the women | img2poems |
londonderry cork galway kildare
as i say the words they are sucked away
to a hemisphere in darkness | img2poems |
and it was lucky or as lucky as it would get
there was time and light the hawks and dogs
had not been written yet and were still out of sight | img2poems |
am
one-quarter past
distant chimes inform me this | img2poems |
daybreak lies chained to a blue wall
from which the stars drop
and lose all meaning | img2poems |
crescent moons hover above her
ancient white feathers birdless wingless
lost to their own meaning | img2poems |
here the sea curls its granite lip at them and flings a winter
storm like a cough or the seadog drops them at hannibal's
shores where they'll stand stupefied like his elephants | img2poems |
darling was his final word
for her
softly in arabic | img2poems |
here is the painted world in an actual image
[i have no
theory for the clouds he sees | img2poems |
over forty years ago
a tense cunningly moving tale by the hunga
then he moved on and i went close behind | img2poems |
without legs
she does as much sitting
as anyone who ever sat on a throne | img2poems |
the sun came miss brooks
and we goofed the whole thing
i think | img2poems |
there's a flutter of grey through the trees
ah the exquisite curves of her dress as she passes
fleet with her feet on the path where the grass is | img2poems |
it was only a flutter of grey
but the vaguest of raiment's impossible chances
has set my heart beating the way of old dances | img2poems |
little soul
it is strange
even now it is early | img2poems |
thou seemest to my fancy singing here
and gathering flowers as that fair maiden when
she lost the spring and ceres her more dear | img2poems |
the clouds part the rain ceases the sun
casts now upon everyone
its ancient shadow | img2poems |
what i got was the smell of goneness the smell of screen
doors where moths have spent their wing powder
beating failingly to reach the light | img2poems |
i will stand in the open doorway
under the weight of watching trees and moon
and care for it as one of my own | img2poems |
i will inhale with words every ear
pressed upon open air
i will not be meek | img2poems |
you remind me of the necessity
of having more hope than fear
and of sounding out terrible names | img2poems |
i am to cry out loud
like a hungry lamb cry loud
enough to waken wolves in the night | img2poems |
ancient branches crack and splinter into dust
large wings snap open in spring
like carpets splayed out over the railing | img2poems |
daily in the density there is life
on the edge of the knife that cuts the world
into hemispheres of sense and death | img2poems |
tree the breeze combs
white into a final note
her diminuendo poco a poco | img2poems |
moon-afro myself
outpaces me
in wonder of her | img2poems |
the cracked shell of his translucent skin
buried in rubble now and those teeth
all that remain of terrible and invisible jaws | img2poems |
a giant squid finally let itself be captured
in a photograph and the paper nautilus ripple-flashes
scarlet and two kinds of violet when it silvers you near | img2poems |
they so liked breast milk
joanne fell asleep amp leaked
the ants woke up made the sweet climb | img2poems |
make a pretty cayenne path for
over the once-food-strewn
sill | img2poems |
the number of communal legs alone
exceeds the stars
underground | img2poems |
a snail sank grand in puss and rime on three coils (equals
one tea-wheel) white
the wheel brings the bill the bill bald | img2poems |
when they could take no more
when all that you had was given
you lined your grave with paper | img2poems |
owl astronaut burgeoning owl is a gift
you give to me give to you
terrible other things happen | img2poems |
when my blood seemed uncontrollable ran messy with pulp
down their fingers my cousins finally left the room laughing
closing the basement door behind them | img2poems |
when ecstasy approaches why do you resist
what are you afraid of
can you please unbutton your shirt now | img2poems |
then the sun wiped its forehead
with long filmy fingers
and beamed afresh | img2poems |
although they are shaped like a parachute
thanks to the air pressure beneath them
raindrops explode on landing | img2poems |
sometimes it falls on bare rocks
at others it raises
large forests of leafing trees | img2poems |
back the beam was there something broken
i weather compliant
i rally | img2poems |
i'll read entrails
for omens action
figure entrails | img2poems |
the gold iron floor lamps
the off-brand running shoes
fila but not really | img2poems |
there has never been any life
beyond this circle of firelight
until now if now is no dream but an asia | img2poems |
stiffened with silence broke
the private change the public good
to dive into pits of leaves | img2poems |
my only child
how
i've betrayed you | img2poems |
gold nearly blinding herdsmen and kings
and with its broad warm tongue
a cow licking the afterbirth from the hay | img2poems |
my fish fast and loose shoot fish in a kettle
the boys like the girls who like heavy metal
on sabbath on slayer on maiden and venom | img2poems |
she asked about my heart
its evasive flight
but can i trust her with its secrets | img2poems |
blinded by light or black cloth
so many ways
not to see others suffer | img2poems |
four birds outside this afternoon
four distinct calls
in a dispirited late daylight | img2poems |
oh and the bored laughter behind the camera
and the impossibility the inconsequence
of any sympathy | img2poems |
large moon the deep orange of embers
also the scent
the griefs of others beautiful at a distance | img2poems |
in my hands i hold a broom
in my heart
ashes ashes | img2poems |
make me a figure
blue little throats
scintillas of the anatomical | img2poems |
sometimes the smallest things weigh us down
small stones that we can't help
admiring and palming | img2poems |
look at the tiny way
this lighter vein got inside
look at the heavy gray dome of its sky | img2poems |
boulder grain
planet dust
what fills the stones fills us | img2poems |
i remember or i have a feeling
i could be living somewhere with you
weighted down the way we aren't now | img2poems |
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