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it was the hornbill that spoke it
in the nothing becoming nothing
begetting nothing this is everything | img2poems |
the evening empty as a convex
coconut split down the seam
not that it can be filled | img2poems |
the evening empty as a gourd
that twists on an iron thread
the rough skin of the sphere | img2poems |
the stars are suddenly remote
candescent petals night throws
above the yard the beautiful things | img2poems |
red
red
red | img2poems |
paula's paintings are real
the women thick visceral
like stubborn cliffs the sea cannot contain or drown | img2poems |
necromancer necromancer necromancer
make me a mate
only one of my ribs pray take | img2poems |
is that why in the photograph david plays
an inflatable lyre
does his smile make it all artifice | img2poems |
don't try to understand what another
person means by love
don't even bother | img2poems |
the critics will babble and frenzy
forever to find the nouns she never wrote
between the crowded verbs and adverbs | img2poems |
he called her: the heart and the womb
are similar
she called him: arrow in my heart | img2poems |
rose petals he picks up in the neighbor's yard
end up at tuesday's feet and
sprinkled through the sheets | img2poems |
you need that craft the precision of measurement
angles of angels
who incidentally are never women | img2poems |
i have to thank god i'm a woman
for in these ordered days a woman only
is free to be very hungry very lonely | img2poems |
and makes a curse
and makes a sugar of
the malocclusions the inconditions of love | img2poems |
when i put my finger to the hole they've cut for a dimmer switch
in a wall of plaster stiffened with horsehair
it seems i've scratched a two-hundred-year-old itch | img2poems |
of a chain of forms infinite
summed to a singular value
the elegy as a place to begin | img2poems |
it is a human love i live inside
a bony skeleton
you recognize as words or simple feeling | img2poems |
but it has no feeling
as the metal is hot it is not
given to love | img2poems |
the tour bus stops on the road's edge
on the right a black town the left indian
pointing he says: this is the racial divide | img2poems |
yet love hums like turning forks
and the fading spreading sound
is the growth of something more | img2poems |
the woman singing in zulu in a jamaican bar
is calling down fire calling down fire
there is no contradiction | img2poems |
when orators advertise the american eagle's
virtues the american eagle is not listening
this is his virtue | img2poems |
he is somewhere else he is mountains away
but even if he were near he would never
make an audience | img2poems |
if we have honored him we have honored one
who unequivocally honors himself by
overlooking us | img2poems |
he does not know the meaning of magnificent
perhaps we do not altogether either
who cannot touch him | img2poems |
and we are like the blind musician
at the hotel who tells us with a smile
i'll see you later | img2poems |
the leaf you pick from the fall
rises and dips away with every ridge
fingers stiff from time you trace | img2poems |
in front
the lead-coated horses don't seem to mind the officers
droppings | img2poems |
is that a gigantic molar
with worms popping out
such a variety of colors | img2poems |
they do things like suppress that
sidney poitier
is the best american actor ever | img2poems |
ooh he just dropped his wait
a babushka her her boot's
crkkkk | img2poems |
make sure you never think of any other social arrangement
other than one that
militarily has to dominate three quarter of the world | img2poems |
for a world
mocked-up terms
to contest | img2poems |
and into
timed pattern
a male's mine | img2poems |
work-a-day
transactions
transmission | img2poems |
preemptive
authorships
as progress | img2poems |
forming trends
at the base
asserting | img2poems |
discursive
bumps and grinds
to report | img2poems |
old belles lettres
upgraded
downplays gain | img2poems |
regrounding
the grounds (props
dignity | img2poems |
already
sorting terms
assigned to | img2poems |
your wedding slides the way wiry dark hairs do down
a swimming pool drain
so i am drained | img2poems |
sincerely
i wish you every chapped bird on this
pilgrimage to hold your hem up from the dust | img2poems |
there are two kinds of people soldiers and women
as virginia woolf said
both for decoration only | img2poems |
you are my stranger and see how we have closed
on both ends
night wets me all night blind carried | img2poems |
but you really love this woman how come no one can see this
everyone must
become suddenly very clumsy at recognizing beauty if you are to keep her | img2poems |
you don't want to lose anything at all ever
you want her sex depilated you
want everyone else not blind but perhaps paralyzed from the eyes down | img2poems |
the other replied
torn loose from the eaves
the blood trembles at the lips | img2poems |
till the villain left the paths of ease
to walk in perilous paths and drive
the just man into barren climes | img2poems |
romance already open on her lap
the bus laboring off into snow her good-bye kiss
still startling my cheek with lipstick trace | img2poems |
in the second taxi he was alone tra-la
but the clock showed sixpence extra he tipped according
you have left nothing behind tra-la between you | img2poems |
as for the fourth taxi he was alone
tra-la when he hailed it but the cabby looked
so many people not to speak of the dog | img2poems |
my roots are deep in southern life deeper than john brown or nat turner or robert lee
i was sired and weaned in a tropic world
the palm tree and banana leaf mango and coconut breadfruit and rubber trees know me | img2poems |
i want the cotton fields tabacco and the cane
i want to walk along with sacks of seed to drop in fallow ground
restless music is in my heart and i am eager to be gone | img2poems |
he cries that the magnets get stronger
when he peels the pods to find no difference
in the seeds of hunger and the seeds of love | img2poems |
in the alembic forged her shafts and hurled
at pain diseases waging a humane war
greater than this achievement none i ween | img2poems |
apparently
the very wealthy
steal | img2poems |
he told her about things she could see
how the dismal cover of clouds roils and explodes
and the ground aches like an old woman's knee | img2poems |
how wood rots against the tide
good for hunting grub
how to fade and fall back into the wind | img2poems |
that last night they drank from the river
sucked its delicate cusps of mold
sang anti social songs as if they were humans | img2poems |
when he flicked his handsome head
to catch the drift of wind
she even managed a single tear | img2poems |
the metallic conductor captured her eyes
she remembered how he proudly sang her name
as he pranced from pole-top to kv line | img2poems |
hence the delightsome gardens the dark shores
the terrifying forests where nightfall
enfolds a lost and tired traveler | img2poems |
and what shall we make of it love perhaps
what elevator is this anyway that even the prospect
of going down has made you high | img2poems |
is the color of emergency as i do
need saving from solid things
most of all their dissolve | img2poems |
that was the old landscape
all the new poems
map the two dimensions of cartoon ducks | img2poems |
see you tonight by the sovereign chartreuse
ceramics at the met
let's hear what you'd do differently | img2poems |
for an hour i stood on two legs
and ran
for an hour i panted and galloped | img2poems |
tomorrow mainly sunny
high sunshine and just a few clouds will fill the sky
breezes will turn and blow from the south ahead of a cold front approaching from canada | img2poems |
she may appear to be acting in a silent film whose placards are
missing
in hollywood the sky is made of tin | img2poems |
a witch makes her world of air then fire then the planets
of
cardboard then ink then a compass | img2poems |
she will know things she has not seen with her eyes
she will have
opinions about distant cities | img2poems |
the witch elm is sometimes referred to as all heart
as in she was
thrown into a common chest of witch elm | img2poems |
the boy alexander dreams of napoleon in john c
abbott's history napoleon the grand and lonely man wronged napoleon in his life wronged and in his memory wronged
the boy alexander dreams of the cat alice saw the cat fading off into the dark and leaving the teeth of its cheshire smile lighting the gloom | img2poems |
buffaloes blizzards way down in texas in the panhandle of texas snuggling close to new mexico
these creep into alexander's dreaming by the window when his father talks with strange men about land down in deaf smith county
alexander's father tells the strange men: five years ago we ran a ford out on the prairie and chased antelopes | img2poems |
o loose bloom
with no root
no seed | img2poems |
if an orchidophage's tastebud magnified
resembles an orchid
so my buds indubitably mimic pricking ice cream cones | img2poems |
between my finger and my thumb
the squat pen rests
i'll dig with it | img2poems |
as lightly as he touched the page before
where incarnation bloomed from roots that bore
the flowers i called christ's when i was four | img2poems |
through the meridian's fine blue hairlines the admirals are converging
in their fish-hulled ships with their frogmen and sirens and tanks with knotted chain flails
that beat the ground before them as they crawl | img2poems |
behind them the cities dim out on the foredeck the admirals sigh
to lean from the curving bows to trail
their fingertips in the water | img2poems |
like compass pencils of light their fingertips spread out
the nervous systems more complex than spiral nebulae
orchards of mines grow up on the ocean floor | img2poems |
only the grassblown norman ringmounds go on dreaming
of monet picture hats and streaming scarves
the bunker disguised as a picnic that went on forever | img2poems |
now the cathedral at bayeux with its window and views is rolled up
and the conqueror's navy on its blue worsted waves
and hengist and horsa the escorial with its green shoals of ships all are safely rolled up | img2poems |
carhoods streaming the fractalized shadows of chain links
and sledges laden with wattles with yellowy rolls of oiled paper
to seal up the windows of snowy muscovy or minsk | img2poems |
i knew always that i would be a worker in the vineyard
as are all men and women living at the same time
whether they are aware of it or not | img2poems |
but you must have hope and you must have faith
if you work if you wait you will find the place
where the four-leaf clovers grow | img2poems |
or out with those crazy girls those teenagers laughing
on a christmas shopping spree free (the only day they
let us out in two months) feet wet and cold from snow | img2poems |
but that dashing dauntless delphic diehard diabolic cracker likes his fiction turned with a certain elegance and wit and that anti-anti-anti-slum-congestion clublady prefers romance
search through the mothballs comb the lavender and lace
were her desires and struggles futile or did an innate fineness bring him at last to a prouder richer peace in a world gone somehow mad | img2poems |
occasionally lifting their eyes to watch the groundsmen at their antics
not just hope over experience but hope over certain knowledge
it was like staying to watch your horse lose | img2poems |
and yet there was some residual sense of good fortune to be there
perhaps it was the fresh air or being safely out of range of conversation
or the infinitesimal prospect of infinitesimal entertainment | img2poems |
he wondered about the word so filled with breath
yet breathless breathless breathless
a full stop | img2poems |
son we were oak without
mouth uncut we were
brave before memory | img2poems |
we will blaze forth
what remains
as pixels | img2poems |
and so it somehow had to be
you did it for them
you erupted out of englishness and made an exhibition of yourself | img2poems |
you are a joy forever though a thing of beauty nit
and from her madder eyebrows to her utmost purple swirl
against all captious critics i'll defend the poster girl | img2poems |
to start over
in the carved moment
is to take cover | img2poems |
alone
up a sidewalk
laid down for her | img2poems |
please ease
of song
my tongue | img2poems |
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