Boondocks
get the press out of the city
and they do not love us
who is looking
after the moon
I see patient laboring men
housekeepers
poor wives and strangers
against all tyranny
having one good night
Inspired poems
Inspired poems — a collection of the best works on Poemship.
Vagabondage
disappointed in God
and in authority
I find it so necessary to have
that which is greater
sand and sea and every foot
of this road
Antidotes
to see simply
beyond all words
rendering every body wonderful
to meet others as I find myself
with ash for dinner and a little hope
the frost will break
Instigation
time to rise up
we are not rusted
we need no one but one another
we are match-thin like the truth
Evolutionaries
at sea we imprinted
on the shape of ships
taking water as a master
but like fish
beginning to grow legs
we go up into the full music
Handshook
I see people as light
rich with use
but they are not
and I do not accept that
not knowing any
so I believe our hands
meeting
present
being us
Cured
poor hand like a hanging ham
I carry to any enemy or love
see how it hopes to change
and grow clear as a promise
Composer
water goes to water again
and I to song
to live for music is enough
the ear in ecstasy
and all the imaginable world
made of alterations
Different
among so many people
I cannot do without
people of different discourse to hear
as rain and wind
my lodgings open to the light
and the black land
Epithalamium, with images from the Brothers Grimm
Prince Charming
A bad week. She swallowed
pills, eight
little erasers& while she lay on
the floor with her mind
elsewhere, the golden Lab
brought his famished
tongue across her face.
Unclipped toe-
nails click
on the cold linoleum
as the dog goes
to his bed, comes back
for another lick, & finally begins
to nibble.
He starts with the lips,
Hatchlings
found ourselves in eggs
silent together
we were simple
not knowing the way
found ourselves to go backward and forward
wild as the sea
it seemed like fire
upon every stroke
the crow made us
whole
Makeover
green called to green
and every place begins
to grow green
an art the morning
did not intend but made
a shift for
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