Inklings
morning like a wing
tomorrow a fallen-down house
not quite finished
making use of bad mortar
but no god this day
brought me a black coach
Anxious poems
Anxious poems — a collection of the best works on PoemShip.
Nested
a prisoner or a patient
God in his church
the tombs kept clean
with curtains before them
an old fear of being
out of our nest
Traumatized
over the war
how it bled my eyes
afterwards
we consider
going out walking
in the fields
Darkness at noon
a hanging at noon
many fine people there
going and coming
make me unable to read myself
two lines together
grow a night
Excised
the new excise made
my wing a hand
my house a riot
in the street
my past
an experiment
Honest to dog
before the true hand
of a dog’s being
the void in things
the stress that will eat me up
Trust fund
meet our money
supple where I have
been nothing but ice
where my fear
is great with child
this hard god knows us
waking in a cold bed
praying with the clock
as if to pinch a few
words together
Card players
o great frost
turn us into ice
dark and old as soldiers
so many days
have vacancies
that are not in the cards
Moonshine
silver in a tree
the old men look upon an uneasy void
that dry moonshine
Autotoxicity
I broke the other
within myself
the expected
story of a boy
a near horse
a fear horse
but there was no hurt
in talking
After the War
In a urine-soaked military bedroll under the bridge
the wino lapses into an uneasy slumber,
twitching & curling up
like a caterpillar in its final instar
when the wasp’s hungry children
start in at last on the nerve centers, having made
a desolation of the rest,
& that warm feeling one had taken for love
turns out to have been nothing but the fires of corrosion —
the wrong kind of digestion in the gut
or the wrong kind of metamorphosis, in which
the very cells are changed, yes,
but no chrysalis will ever be spun
& the light spreads like a chemical spill
above the river,
blotting out the stars.
Unmoored
whoever I shall be
I cannot pray to myself
and I fear the sun
hours pass without me
years just end
plain and thin
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