Anxious poems

Anxious poems — a collection of the best works on PoemShip.

AnxiousDave Bonta

Unsettled

who tell me who is whole not holy but in fear of god wholly still every power must starve some people or other so everybody fears invasion by rain or quiet
AnxiousDave Bonta

Comfortable

my people with me and my house so clean only I lack somebody to sing with and war cannot be far off
AnxiousDave Bonta

Vigilant

two in the morning a moon lighter than ice I eat a piece of cold meat dust the picture in the corner like a cat taken out of a chimney alive I watch all night for the sun
AnxiousDave Bonta

Poachers

whichever king or malefactor kills a wild elephant they take his life like a never-heard river an ungoing ungrown narrative of a thing they do in the sticks when the war is all here holding us
AnxiousDave Bonta

Pinched

I slept backward in a thin framed self my hand bled my book and table continued all night to exceed me my bed laden as a full mouth what would we give for good news for the poor
AnxiousDave Bonta

Improvisational

in the dead town and all the infected places I make words out of other times and doors other discourse and hubbub other wonder and the same reproaching quiet
AnxiousDave Bonta

Rush hour

inching to town all of us into the lush body of tumult
AnxiousDave Bonta

Self-inflicted

noon turning into a bruise I have given myself thin as thunder or the fear of so much quiet
AnxiousDave Bonta

Open handed

in my hands the world of a beggar who is all alone and no less than one thousand people in the street I fear every day more and more the state answering the question who is it that the weight of the war depends on a man betrayed to the sea for security’s sake let me be godfather to a swan and steal a kiss of the night
AnxiousDave Bonta

Unequal

morning clear as a hell a mother weary of war cries to be removed to some other yard the newsman is bringing a shovel and wheelbarrow
AnxiousDave Bonta

Discharged

our water grew better by night thin and harmlessly sad my book on mortality hit back I was living in the dangerous part of town I bled hope to ease myself like a bed full of guns

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