Infection
night having been let out of
a cold cellar
the ground favors us
as more real
I do not think it safe
to trust my hands
Anxious poems
Anxious poems — a collection of the best works on PoemShip.
Epistolary
letters come to us
not like thanks but afflictions
I fear the news will be bad
a spent opportunity
a lost mind
winter bringing down timber
in the forest
Subjective
I fear the hard
high council
of an object
the flag
to some country
I’ll never find
grief grown so great
that a widow is grieved
at hearing a tune
and I am told to pray
to the fuse
in my head
Taxing
dividing work
between nest and lily
I fear the head tax
on my new moon
Blast Area
The blast was larger
than anticipated: beds
of limestone can dip
in odd directions.
The ground shook with release.
In the yellow house
next to the quarry,
the crash of a plate rolling
off a plate rail
& onto the tile floor
was followed by a couple
seconds of silence,
then the trucks
yelping into reverse.
The windows were all open.
Raindrops began to blow
Doubtedly
bitter cold old office
no good speaking out
doubt is powdered ice
in the mouth
Both sides now
The view from
inside the glass
house distorts:
every darting
wren looks like
a stone. Only
the hummingbird seems
driven by harmless
desire. She
hovers, hangs
in place for
a long moment, bill
millimeters from
the pane, still –
apart from
the fury of
The burning
burning the otherland
are we on the side of light
is the man with all ink right
to let witches become a sun
Turkey day
I fit myself
for the wing of want
an infinite fowl
filled with blood and whistle
who dined with us at home
ate to be eaten
Mob rule
the carcass
I live and walk in
is common as dirt
and poor
out of wine
out of the way
out of money
out of hand
I think of disposing of it
stop seeing it
this fire and flesh
but the bones turn
and expose me
for a flock
Signs of the times
I fall on the ice
at house number 666
the wrong bed is ours
for a long rust
tomorrow comes to me
and says that she is poison
that a sign is the meaning
of a sad god
Life cycle
a fire on fire
blown up into uncommon fame
fire in the people
something nobody knows
fire under our own seats
pretending to sleep
fire gone out on foot
naked and thin
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