Marchers
I hew to the hole
of doubt called
the hanged man
there land we
who would walk
to see the cost
Anxious poems
Anxious poems — a collection of the best works on PoemShip.
Complicit
greetings o gun of a martyr
I hear each reed cry out
and I am silent
as a house in war
I hunt for a better moon
to lie to
Low tide
oyster out of water
I poke all about
a low way to lay
little thief
together with
the rest-vexed bed
Unsafe lex
mouth to mouth
some unsafe poem
made me sick
a heart examination
by a hangman
with a bad hand
my soul grown fat on the arts
it did me good
to be vexed
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
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
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