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often the greatest things
those you'd think would be the heaviest
are the very ones that float | img2poems |
so i etched harmless in that ground of merds and moss
and to this day my people listen to strangers crying wares
with an intelligent ear remembering our grave old danger | img2poems |
to cry out more room
crack
like a shell heave between its crushing shores | img2poems |
that's how it is that's it throwing your jacket over your shoulders
like a towel and saying goodbye victoria goodbye sophie goodbye
lili goodbye sweetie take care be well hang in there see you soon | img2poems |
but soon to solo unfold all
those origami limbs to test
the inevitable debutante bawl | img2poems |
who could have fashioned the test that would have
predicted this success
who could have known | img2poems |
of our winter as though today
only she can see where she
goes and track where she's been | img2poems |
the hale
yellows pale once
they're plucked | img2poems |
or what i refer to as where
you look upon the place you
cannot return one broke on through | img2poems |
and by the time i have taken in the third
the second is likewise gone a blown-out candle now
a wavering line of acrid smoke | img2poems |
number one across
a four-letter word
for no longer | img2poems |
number one down
an eleven letter word
for gone | img2poems |
where one of the kids was handing out something that turned out
to be small pieces of orange peel something exotic we'd never
seen before which i smelled nibbled and finally ate for this poem | img2poems |
and that time rolls around for all of us
getting frustrated and mad because they meant
but did not know they meant themselves too | img2poems |
just like you i entered this world
mad and kicking and without you
it's precisely how i intend to go | img2poems |
we poked him through the clover
into a hole and then
we threw brown earth right over | img2poems |
through a pane of glass
that shivers when the wind kicks up
i watch my son walk away | img2poems |
though lowly its stem
this emerald gem
mates with the proudest that shadow the earth | img2poems |
beneath the trees' arsenical
sharp woodwind tunes heretical
blown like the wind's mane | img2poems |
and with his bound heart and his young eyes bent
and blind he feels her presence like shed scent
holding him body and life within its snare | img2poems |
my eyes are caked with dust of oat-fields at harvest-time
i am a blind man who stares across the hills seeking stack'd fields
of other harvesters | img2poems |
my ears are caked with dust of oat-fields at harvest-time
i am a deaf man who strains to hear the calls of other harvesters whose
throats are also dry | img2poems |
with an outward stroke of power intense your mighty arm goes forth
cleaving its way through waters that rise and roll ever a ceaseless vigil keeping
over the treasures beneath | img2poems |
my heart goes out to you of dauntless courage and spirit indomitable
and though my lips would speak my spirit forbids me to ask
is your heart as true as your arm | img2poems |
slicing this frozen sky know
where they are going
and want to get there | img2poems |
their women and homes forgotten
you can't
hear their screams from here but they're there | img2poems |
i forget
regardless i know that someone said
in a perfect universe we'd all be dead | img2poems |
but the lightning was as quick as it was loud
the clouds dispersed
and then so did the crowd | img2poems |
shrubbery thrashing to get in
lines all panes
long windows split in parallels | img2poems |
i make a knife of words
i sit here waiting
i play with crumbs | img2poems |
i
open ward at the elisabeth hospital berlin
my tongue is a spoon | img2poems |
once there was no language
for the weather just the sky is low and birdless
or the sky is a box of wings | img2poems |
stubborn calendar of bone
last snow
now it must always be so | img2poems |
she's a mathematical wonder with so many calculations
kept alive in her head adding and subtracting
when everyone else is asleep | img2poems |
when we know we'll get some
thing from what
he takes away | img2poems |
late days
i want to drive to your grave
but i don't belong to it | img2poems |
northern follows jig
body flashes with strike dive
broken line floats up | img2poems |
i can't articulate
the agony of eagle singer's
children to them | img2poems |
walk naked before me
carrying a sheaf of sticks
it's the most honest thing a man can do | img2poems |
cynomyopsis cadavarena
on every tongue
they feed | img2poems |
i'm not in with this mystery
somebody steady me
cool ocean breezes don't make me laugh | img2poems |
i'm in with noisy metal little nils
a million apologies
i must have made more | img2poems |
this is cruising
at watch-me
miles-an-hour | img2poems |
a crow gliding over a ravine was
the sign his eyes were waiting for
they thought they were ready to cross | img2poems |
for years i have been here without a clear map
that hopes should dim as days go on above is
natural i suppose what do i know | img2poems |
i am dressed like one of them
the thick walls quake but stay soundproof
i fear my fists vestigial | img2poems |
all shapes breaking hysterical particles and subs who settled
devoting former whir of shape to silence
which was enough | img2poems |
it stayed uniform silent for some many months
which strengthened to pull outer space noise in to neutralize
but lost its grip | img2poems |
so this sound hard-pressed in to sink holes
and look into original force that was still shut in
under black lacquer cabinetry: our future perfect world | img2poems |
it opened the door of dust
the space sound picked up pings distantly
seeing to sound is what and how bounceback | img2poems |
since the dust so still and small
the waves skinnied high-pitched
to switch on resistance of an average mote | img2poems |
what would stand to receive
what was the point of pointing out resisting decay
what was there to say | img2poems |
so sound deranged to be
needle pierce to dust piece
and sunned a word heard first by the bygone | img2poems |
and the silence startled by the sneaking sound
forgot its own high ground
and grumbled some rebuke | img2poems |
we wondered what our walk should mean
taking that un-march quietly
the sun stared at our signs thou shalt not kill | img2poems |
men by a tavern said those foreigners
to a woman with a fur who turned away
like an elevator going down their look at us | img2poems |
along a curb their signs lined across
a picket line stopped and stared
the whole width of the street at ours: unfair | img2poems |
insomniac monkey-mind ponders the dove
symbol not only of peace but sexual
love the couple nestled and brooding | img2poems |
monkey-mind envies the male dove
who equally with the female secretes
pigeon milk for the young from his throat | img2poems |
for peace send all human males between
fourteen and twenty-five to school
on the moon or better yet mars | img2poems |
is peace merely a vacuum the negative
of creation or the absence of war
the teaching says peace is a positive energy | img2poems |
still something in me resists that sweet milk
my mind resembles my restless inferior cousin
who fires his shit in handfuls from his cage | img2poems |
that takes and takes and never fills
i kick
stroke my tired arms to buoy this body | img2poems |
not ever
want picks the human heart
you're the lie i won't believe forever | img2poems |
i broke my left wing in the revolution
when troops were sent to vandalize the chapel
they hit me once almost apologetically | img2poems |
of boys who knew no better
way to grow up than throw up
the crown amp be down for whatever | img2poems |
silent resonances of glass configured
had i but struck us off the masque of blackness
as it was playing | img2poems |
like a hand brushed across the bill of a cap
let this be the sign
i'm getting a grip on the sacrifice | img2poems |
here we are left with
the stairway that separates my
i am not at the mercy of men oceans | img2poems |
between one airplane and
their innocence wanes under
the word has sunk silence to us is forbidden | img2poems |
one or another nightmare may come true
and what to do then
what in the world to do | img2poems |
and so now i'm sitting in a dimly lit
where the windows are covered with soot
and the coffee is warm and bitter | img2poems |
so full
of longing for the world
changes its shape | img2poems |
a vigilant gun that always picks out
the right target even if it's you
no matter who you're aiming at | img2poems |
a truck so awesome only the president
of the united states of america's allowed
to careen in it to his own beat | img2poems |
all the greatest hits from the last millennium
performed live on stage on the inside
of your state of the art acoustically-enhanced skull | img2poems |
a complete set of nude photos
of you taken by you and sold
back to you at a discount | img2poems |
rain water in a bottle sunshine in a box
and ambience sounds from a bus stop
down the street recorded on a cd | img2poems |
a baseball game that never ends
to be played simultaneously with
a football game that never ends | img2poems |
landmines made with dough
topped with mozzarella and all
your favorite toppings | img2poems |
and i did
i liked it so much that now we're
getting married | img2poems |
i love you for your holes she said
not just the holes in your shoes and socks but the
gaping holes in your personality | img2poems |
i have never been fishing on the susquehanna
or on any river for that matter
to be perfectly honest | img2poems |
not in july or any month
have i had the pleasure if it is a pleasure
of fishing on the susquehanna | img2poems |
sitting in a small green
flat-bottom boat
holding the thin whip of a pole | img2poems |
that is something i am unlikely
ever to do i remember
saying to myself and the person next to me | img2poems |
a philosopher did not realize that the man who expelled poetry from
well-ordered republics used to tremble at the thought of doing so
thereby creating through that very act a sublime poetry | img2poems |
los muchos que el tirano amor me debe
y en mi cabello anticipar la nieve
por quien el apetito se le atreve | img2poems |
mas consolarse quiere mi disgusto
que es el deseo del remedio indicio
y el remedio de amor querer vencelle | img2poems |
cuando me paro a contemplar mi estado
que la mayor mal pudiera haber llegado
ver acabar conmigo mi cuidado | img2poems |
an entire landscape in antarctica disappears evaporates until salt becomes the only debris
there are keys to everything even handcuffs
you could have been happy too | img2poems |
but i covered my face and wept
for ashes are not beautiful
even in the dawn | img2poems |
but still i walked on
in the drowning rain
slowly winding up the string | img2poems |
i seek him for atonement of my sin
this day of fasting to forgive the wrong
and he will answer he will say forgiven | img2poems |
when the loons cry
the night seems blacker
the water deeper | img2poems |
across the shore
an eyelash-charcoal
fringe of pine trees | img2poems |
they pack their bags and take the train
and travel through a strange terrain
but not to where the castle is | img2poems |
we wakeful ah pity us
we that go back with policeman day
back from the city of sleep | img2poems |
of your body) pleasured corners of a place
in which the difficult new breathing
and i are foreigners | img2poems |
let it be to gain all it can in one fetter
but if it be life
let it attempt a failed recognition | img2poems |
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