Encounters
I hear the sand
speaking my mind
I have been flinging stones
at the sea all night
how true is west
with nobody home
and you my valentine
going to see the storm act
her part of grief
and meeting who but me
Anxious poems
Anxious poems — a collection of the best works on Poemship.
Tumult
do the wicked pray for tumult
the holy drum and trumpet
fields full of soldiers
riding up and down
or the bawdy work of a tongue
that barbarous tune
Prospects
here where I find gold
am I hunting myself
and where I find a hole
do I move as fast as I can
Painstaking
where are my great pains
to defend me against my will
if the new ship is called Luck
am I her on-shore rat
Consumers
thinking to alter
our minds we eat
the whole war
and cook the dead
our creature
aching to go home
News consumption
all morning alone
with the paper
like a hard-
to-escape prison
or the flag of some country
we are made to fear
Entertainer
see how I am forced to dance
with my cold tongue
but night words
are an open nest
instructions for falling
like a tic in my talk
Heart-shaped
a rose comes
to desire its sand
so might say nothing
about the kind of heart
that is not a heart
of paper or of lead
or another name for
an open mouth
do I find my heart
from the sound of chewing
mad undertaker
our only way is to break
Comestibles
death and I ate the hours
with full satisfaction
at a little place ate
a six-discourse dinner
at home ate sad news
ate a body ate a heart
a thin piece of me likely
to contract
Parsimonious
some clock altered time
sitting in the dark office
where midnight
rations out the new
The Hanged Man
who takes an hour to make
despair an enemy
and their doubtful body trust
in another
if he should suddenly die
there is nothing but what
is undercover now
is life therefore a letter from myself
which to answer I will
be accountable for
among other things I wish
on the cards
Collaborator
where night is about
I must supply my inch
and promise much
against my will
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