Implicit
in my house
a hut
in my defense
dust
in my future
a head full of night
Sad poems
Sad poems — a collection of the best works on Poemship.
Games
my wife and I play
with puppets
the more love begins
to grow stale
I take from her mouth the lark
that pretends to sing
Death watch
burning but cold
his ear too far
for me
to summon
Wake and break
up and to my lies
the sad stuff of being
up and to discourse
the matter with being gone
The descent beckons
all light must sink
into a hole
weary as walking fish
a descent made easy
and leaden
should I let go
One-eyed rat
morning-after rat
to the office again
real till night
and the upper bed
Petite bourgeoisie
I set my papers in order
my office having been new whited
and windows made clean
I am more than I am
in my absence
the storm is kind to me
tell me how hard gold is
that I may touch it
my wife not speaking
melancholy as the best clock
Poor box
in the poor box one heart
one people’s hunger
and one time to be old
in a silk bed
Slice and dice
summer like a cook
my eyes are poor company
but you my ache
understood the blade
dancing naked to know
the nature of lives
The mower against gardens
I saw the art of sorrow
in her garden
cutting my hair close
the weather being hot
A penny saved
a penny signifies the world
we would not miss
a sorry playhouse home
having so little
that emptiness is
a seeming great sea
In Memoriam
such a noble sacrifice the forest made
in its battle with the saw
it deserves no less than a full plantation of stumps
erasers white with chalk
erected in loving forgetfulness
of the blackboard
a stone tossed into still water
always lands in the center of a target
of spreading years
how well we know them then
these unknown dead
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