Love of enemies
I value an enemy head
higher than his life
if he dies I love him for it
a no one who pierces like a thorn
Angry poems
Angry poems — a collection of the best works on Poemship.
Spotted owl
a who who to which
we can give no answer
the snappish owl
is dead and buried
we ward off witches and spirits
with the noise of profit
Breach
my eyes sore I write
long into the dark
after a drought
a good shower of rain
but the guns made a hole
in people’s discourse
Altercation
out of work
they break up
all the vehemence and rhetoric
of wind in the night
Cowboy poem
alone with horses
you see in what fear
people live
mad at the dead
at Monday
even at my drink
Trade-offs
in the park
they lease new buildings
where the morning grew
they do all the hurt they can
the more a man serves
the less he finds of joy
like the death of so many things
to make me content in my life
Bullet point
the war took another
which seems my due
as if the rain had
a design in raining
Civics
see how people other others
as the news guns gun for our kindness
as if they would buy time
by the help of a watchmaker
Tabloidal
in the papers
news is a plague
growing and not thinking
like an ignorant ear
Plus ça change
our vexation at expecting change in society
an abortive child preserved
fresh in salt
we press the little ex-hand
and after some time at the office
die of apoplexy
Where all the flowers have gone
the ought-to-have-been couple
raw and pretty to see together
gain a year’s distance
he hit her
that former wit
now well married to a war
High-value assets
insipid discourse about suffering
is dangerous
all unprepared heads must be spared
those being the best for war
it will not be safe to expose
the rich to doubt
or the poor to conviction
horrible is the death grin
they escape in fight not laughs and curses
and the things of life
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