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let its thinker be the failure
my thinker is failure
and i want to teach it how to move in this world | img2poems |
tonight i stitch
the breeze off the bay smells of aria
it is almost the season for cloaks | img2poems |
which is to say the only private one sole unrevealed
opaque
center of his universal panopticon | img2poems |
ready to receive remains built for death ready to receive the flatly desolate superficial deeply commissioned intellectual offer of suggestive actions for the hunger assassin to fall back on and become forcefull psychological damage bottled for drinkable agitation
riding a back seat writing construction contesting the oncoming molten universe immersed in villagers city dwellers trembling laughing to inhale flesh and stone from long ago forgetting the horrors of holy oil infusion clocks and gritty body galleries leaving behind the mourning river's crimson fragrance smoldering from the previous unbearable fever
in a posture of myself on a speeding body without hands and feet i am ready to receive the vomit of consciousness and proceed down the avenues of suggestion to become a limited option | img2poems |
an owl out on the marsh
by november
it will be nailed through the breast to the barn | img2poems |
the great man's gratitude to his best friend
kings' promises whores' vows towards thee may bend
flow swiftly into thee and in thee ever end | img2poems |
then the page someone folded to mark her place
then the page on which nothing happens
the page after this page | img2poems |
arcing the thin golden
stream amp singing
ooo-ee ooo-ee at our ruin | img2poems |
absorbed now in the dream of skin on skin
he whispered the profound
and destined promises she'd never share | img2poems |
you're to be watched by three fowl commonplace in florida
even these
three hearty objectionables: the blue tit the woodpecker and the swampcunt | img2poems |
there is so much aqua histamine
buddha bring me another
slice of pineapple | img2poems |
this ends in darkness
amp all the stars within reach
amp other constellations | img2poems |
i agree to meet you at the ferry heading to a place
neither of us wants to go but both just said
sure i'll go | img2poems |
the sun came out
it was the old sun
with only a few billion years left to shine | img2poems |
the last line should strike like a lover's complaint
you should never see it coming
and you should never hear the end of it | img2poems |
when i think about the fact
i am not thinking about you
it is a new way of thinking about you | img2poems |
blowfish arranged on a saucer
russian roulette
angelic slivers | img2poems |
ginseng
cut antlers allotted in bags dogs on a spit a dutch girl
winking holds a bowl of shellfish | img2poems |
you can stand at the doorway
quarrelling with your legs to enter
or run until you turn to ash | img2poems |
i want to say harder
i can take it but
there's no proof i can | img2poems |
fish detaching from its canvas of silk
or rice paper a
swirl of color motion swimming away | img2poems |
i want the image even when i am it or nearly it
because even then i am also that other thing
self-conscious burdened struggling for movement | img2poems |
what do we do when we hate our bodies
a good coat helps
some know how to pull off a hat | img2poems |
we say is another mirror
a depth a conjure in which we might meet
someone who says touch me | img2poems |
maybe it's unfair
a possum entering
the argument here | img2poems |
by our brutal beautiful
and very pleased
little dog | img2poems |
thinking how different
in our adversaries
we are from possums | img2poems |
we try love
the fist of words
their opening hand | img2poems |
so call me if
you call me mrs
vogelsang | img2poems |
selfish maybe but no more so
than is fair in love for he of course
was not a stranger to this act | img2poems |
with desperate attention
knowing two o'clock was something that
existed now with being's stony smirk | img2poems |
heat in desire while frosts of care i prove
wanting my love yett surfett doe with love
burne and yett freeze better in hell to bee | img2poems |
the sight with nimble and delightful skill
butt if hee play his gaine is our lost will
yett childlike wee can nott his sports refuse | img2poems |
that now noe minutes i shall see
wherein i may least happy bee
thy favors soe estranging | img2poems |
at a distance tires lose their particularity
tires become brushstrokes hills
fading into sky | img2poems |
pyke from his massachusetts madhouse
envisioned it
as a divine craft an ark impervious to torpedoes | img2poems |
into berlin in boxes marked officers only
on the grounds
that the germans were an obedient race | img2poems |
they ride the candolescent flames
just smoke now
into a sky full of congratulations | img2poems |
in seas of grass take a good look
at the deluge of that rorschach we're standing out there
somewhere together | img2poems |
a narrow girl sells purses made of reed
dead rabbits hang by feet their red eyes dull
while chickens crammed in cages peck their seed | img2poems |
a vessel in juan's brain begins to bleed
spreading into the fissures of his skull
a narrow girl sells purses made of reed | img2poems |
the madams in the district underfeed
hookers they line up for a spectacle
while chickens crammed in cages peck their seed | img2poems |
a vendor buys his wares then smokes some weed
he seldom deems police an obstacle
a narrow girl sells purses made of reed | img2poems |
redeemers tend the poor avoiding greed
and never gesture for a miracle
while chickens crammed in cages peck their seed | img2poems |
we tore out onto jermyn street along which i performed
a sort of shuffle one eye on the book and one on m'lady's
competition-standard backside as she led us to the ritz | img2poems |
she climbs up poises a knife
and when the angle is right
i find executives in my pants | img2poems |
plunges the farmington knife
honey gushes out and
i find executives in my pants | img2poems |
he is harmless camera'd
in a muffled parliament of cantaloupe-motions
for every doubt a speech | img2poems |
circulates sometimes fogged and twitching in his house
not wishing you could not tell
exactly but wanting out | img2poems |
we may not have a home
to call our own
but we're gonna make it | img2poems |
iwe lived on a lake with muscovy ducks
interior decorators flush with furniture plans
the ducks thrust with the thrust of youth | img2poems |
who's been trying to return
to earth since creation
and nearly succeeds every day | img2poems |
together where legion
hears the ventilator
and enters the wire | img2poems |
we like to think
that the mind
controls the body | img2poems |
the body is under
performing in heavy
trading | img2poems |
they're sexy
because they're needy
which degrades them | img2poems |
they're content to be
which degrades them
and is sweet | img2poems |
they want to be you
but can't
which is so hot | img2poems |
undercurrent of an unwillingness to believe all
is well in early spring beside a molten river riven by sun
its loud hush and glug through leafless aspens split by a gravel bar's pulled switch | img2poems |
the soil must have tasted
you once
it is laden with your scent | img2poems |
the trees honor you
in gold
and blush when you pass | img2poems |
i know why the desert
burns with fever
it was wept too long without you | img2poems |
on hands and knees
the ocean begs up the beach
and falls at your feet | img2poems |
i break a sweat the dish is still cold
read my palm do what it says
it's time that we get up on all fours | img2poems |
and for years i believed
that what went unsaid between us became empty
and pure like starlight amp that it persisted | img2poems |
i got it all wrong
i wound up believing in words the way a scientist
believes in carbon after death | img2poems |
in his tremor he curses
the landlord who grins
from inside the rent book | img2poems |
i see this wild arena
where we are harnessed
by alien electric shadows | img2poems |
no wild zebras roam the american plain
the mad dogs are running
the african zebra is gone into the dust | img2poems |
up from msippi
i grew
wailing a song with every strain | img2poems |
fell from gun-powder come
as the first americans came
from asia | img2poems |
two men using a wheelbarrow could haul out
more than can thirty lazy indians
working an entire day | img2poems |
they die when they want to
saying they are only journeying
to the next village | img2poems |
love and hoping that when the universe ends
we never hear the splash
we never hear th | img2poems |
eyes are glazed red from happiness
outside
the clouds swelled full of snow and ice | img2poems |
two leggings a ' a warrior's party
the tranquil dark
raven feathers a deep cold night fueled by a bonfire and beer | img2poems |
sometimes colorado
sometimes texas
always away | img2poems |
you can never tell about time either
like that it is
it is | img2poems |
unending
i wondered where they were all going
where | img2poems |
ocean to mountain to mesa the bundle she carries
is a sacred memory a rainbow that arches
from one side of the sky to the other | img2poems |
who should be the sterile chimera of earth and of another place
alien with a native face
native with an alien face | img2poems |
we brought hannah home today
in afternoon sun with a crisp chill in the air
on a hill overlooking the bay | img2poems |
tonight i have a date to share a steamy bath
with linda hogan and joy harjo
and it's gonna be gooooood | img2poems |
often i'd rise from my lullaby sleep and stare into the darkness of the road
the long darkness empty of cars
glowy from daddy's headlights and lonesome from hank williams' deep and twangy voice singing of cold nights and cheatin' hearts | img2poems |
if he could he would hang on her eye socket
peering inside
marveling at her displays | img2poems |
a raven's rib ripped from the electric socket
heats the palm
its rusted core bound by the apple's shaven hide | img2poems |
new york city france germany
we catch the scent of burning wood
we are brought home | img2poems |
you are a stubborn braid of wiingashk
that must be relit with a dozen matches
before it releases thin streamers of sweetness | img2poems |
you are the love song
played on a reedless flute
that only spirits hear | img2poems |
i burned with love in
empty rooms i sternly turned
knives within myself | img2poems |
but nothing could kill
a faith like a guillotine
as heavy as light | img2poems |
into the heavens
flew a breathless legion of
impossible crows | img2poems |
i am angry with my eyes for not seeing you
they smart and ache and see the snow
an insistent brilliance | img2poems |
red ambulance flicker curbstone wheels a gurney
down the breezeway a baby crying out among the gawk-mouthed heads
knifed sliced the man bleeding through the gauze and onto his belly | img2poems |
it reminds me of the night when my mother and i slept in our ltd while the cops surrounded our apartment complex
i remember someone standing near the yellow tape saying a had robbed the market across the street that the manager was shot twice
once in the arm once in the shoulder and that the gunmen were held up in their apartment squealing threats from their window | img2poems |
now when i look at her that same girl with a busted eye and lip i wonder: if when
she stabbed was she stabbing the boyfriend who beat her for burning supper or was
it her dad for wrenching his arm around her neck prodding a pistol at her head on that balmy night of echo and threat | img2poems |
and it would purr though of course
it being a house you would sit in its lap
not it in yours | img2poems |
and having reached the summit
would like to stay there
even if the stairs are withdrawn | img2poems |
her head and her hands do a jive in the air you can feel it
as the bus rolls on stopping at each red light in a long wheeze
jerking and idling rumbling up and lurching off again | img2poems |
and your libido
like a father but not like mine or my sons
fix it | img2poems |
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