Anti-anthemic
I hear my own anthem
in the discourse of leaves
full of ill humors
and in the complaints
of my old black dog
his call blessing the blood
like a true howl
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Debate night
among unkind friends
my one-lie advantage
like a warren’s rat
I give the best advice in bed
mustering the river
Disorderly
to wonder at order
and never wonder at ruin
this red din I come to see
as pleasure
Matrimonial
if they married the match
to eyes fixed upon noon
and the old
swan to a boat
could any hell have
a dull sermon
Manners
the dinner self is indifferent
to dinner manner
even I at supper entertain myself
more than any unparliament
Nature lover
the fields bite themselves
full of all possible mutinies
the sea is nothing
but a country wine
I would eat the worst earth
slippery with journal ink
Election Day morning: haiku
Election Day morning.
I wake from lascivious dreams
to a screech owl’s quaver.
Election Day morning.
In the bathroom, small toothmarks
all over my soap.
Election Day morning.
The factory whistle seems
to go on forever.
Election Day morning.
Smell of rain, sound of woodpeckers
banging their heads.
Election Day morning.
I make a neat little pile
of my toenail clippings.
Election Day morning.
Holiday nap
I hear the sea from my bed
it ought to go out
and doze a little
at Christmas
Troglodytes hiemalis
merry like
a winter wren
I have made paper holly
which might flower as truly
into a gift
Monkish
a man grows into his own rant
his rot and tears
like a brother in a habit
going to play with his bells
Soloist
drunk on sake again
I could sing in a confident way about nothing
so I do
I want the evening light
in my chamber to tell me
many things
Remodeling
drinking in
the disorder the bricklayers have made
to it to them a glass
of alteration
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