Anxious poems

Anxious poems — a collection of the best works on Poemship.

AnxiousDave Bonta

Poetry makes nothing happen

my limp little purpose begins to tire me I am the canary in this particular mine a prison of my own I hear both sea and soldiers use their great guns when I get nothing almost to sing about
AnxiousDave Bonta

Canary

wakened by a thought a little thought my heart all astir like a horrible goddamned canary that speaks with my mouth
AnxiousDave Bonta

Miserly

afraid to be seen going up the back stairs with a crow for a hand I am heavy as a shut door all I have is my gold and a bed full of fear
AnxiousDave Bonta

Global weirding

water born from a cloud believes in us who eclipse the weather (so hot nowadays I cannot sleep) mixing money up with heaven
AnxiousDave Bonta

High hopes

the sudden puppet of my heart is up to any hope I have I do not trust it the news is like death in the air come to some prize fish
AnxiousDave Bonta

White space

going to the good end of town we see a light dull as a white fist that would not endure surprise
AnxiousDave Bonta

Gambler’s spell

dice found in the dead man’s pocket which my hand now shake write out like a dagger all my red ink
AnxiousDave Bonta

Homilist

the great fire says we are a people made for destruction an excrescence of the earth I find it a dull sermon and go home to a cold little house full of night
AnxiousDave Bonta

(Re)turning

we grow crazy waiting for it I turn and turn with the clock nature is sick and therefore gives it to us her bastards who believe in a Lord with her mouth who have little reason to hope who could repent still or so gravity tells me I fell into my creature parts a raw remonstrance of the war writing itself in our many-necked Mayday
AnxiousDave Bonta

Visceral

given the land given love an enlarged mouth makes things over parts play a part the very heart gone to supper
AnxiousDave Bonta

House arrest

a little new history and a little hell and home here is like an old gun full of bark and use and little action
AnxiousDave Bonta

Like the plague

I have not left my house in a year I will not be killed by plague or war I avoid them like an infected kiss what weather we have I do not know how likely is the heart to sink or to sing

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