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
Anxious poems
Anxious poems — a collection of the best works on PoemShip.
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
White space
going to the good
end of town
we see a light
dull as a white fist
that would not endure surprise
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
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
(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
Visceral
given the land
given love
an enlarged mouth makes things over
parts play a part
the very heart gone
to supper
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
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
Secure
o to be sober
and stand up
in this time
of plain necessity
like my own true gun
my good piece of safety
this gun never yet
shot off
Floodplain
considering the river an enemy
coming up to our hips our home
we would go
where it is thin as a drunk
and all day make
only fire
Lockdown
little money coming in
the people living only by shifts
have to howl
we are burnt by fear
blue in the belly
like a captain not at sea
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