* * *
love hate
begin from the same
dismay
a breath of solitude
the countries
that fall apart
in a wanton breaking
of pairs
we should fall
further
in the sweet act
of lesion
the fingers loosening
the legs awake
moving
the eyes
Poems on the topic: body
Poems on the topic “body” on Poets.by.
Airs from a Forgotten Book 3
Yea! Yea! HAVE I FORGOTTEN BEAUTY?
The five petalled white cherry blossom
tinged with pink -- and the yellow stamen?
NAY:
I have become engrossed
with thy perfect body!
The length of your legs.
The solidity of your thighs.
The brightness of your eyes.
Your fingers. Hands.
BIG SIMPLE IDEAS
in
the
BOOK OF FLESH.
I'm a scholar.
Faint scent of pussywillows
Two Who Don't Know They Are Joined in This Poem
I wanted to go into the sun
where it was warm and could be warm
inside too, your face is the same and not.
You told me
to the music of the gaunt men playing ball and
the women walking slowly and the monkey hanging from the old tree
You told me
You were born with crooked legs sleeping in braces
and always straight, that later
you couldn't sleep any other way, the blood
the pain
and no climax and no climax, what do you call it
you said
never reaching orgasm.
I thought of the blame of your parents
which is the blame of society
Hot House
Swinging
behind her
swinging behind
is swinging
behind her
like a lantern
her swinging
behind.
* * *
If memory were only in the head
(do not sleep more than once
with any one
the body is a stupid red neck
you try to reason
bang! comes the fist
down on the table
the red neck sees red:
get me that body now!
the body is a crabby baby
that wants
wants with a vengeance
that body
the baby thinks that body
is the bottle
the baby goes on a fast
Notes Written in the Night (For My Yes and No Catholic Worker Friends)
away falling forever
inky curtain of non-existent thread
from invisible webs stars glistening
and of frosted sweat long bedsheet clouds
(sweet sweat
of early morning struggles)
these hang over tree tops
sleeping women
sleeping men
empty beer bottles
distant roads
the night a woman
beautiful & black
like sea gulls
her hair
across my faces glides silently
Prayer
Will you not squeeze
the thumb
of my hand
bite it
and watch
my eyes
at the same time
and
my mouth
please enter
my mouth
please enter
anywhere
you fit in
Queen • 3
I wish I could crawl
into myself
and roll away
I await
the true touching
of the Messianic Age
when
love and knowledge
replace
obscene curiosity
Getting older
Keep thinking
I havn't begun
Jesus
half a life
and
The Fish
I want to say that I've phoned you
a dozen times this week
and sometimes the dog has answered
and sometimes the parrot
and once
the imperturbable fish in their aquarium
revolved through my ear
like fossils of your tongue
(This is to be recited in those silences which come upon
bars when the juke box and the conversations stop at
the same time for no apparent reason.)
(This is to be recited in the laziness of Sunday afternoons
when yawns are buckets filling with sunlight.)
(This is to be recited late at night on a streetcorner as
the bus retreats into the distance, into the blurred
sound of old cities rusting under water.)
Feedback
as it sends out delicate rays.
to be sung, read, or eaten -like a meal
You never heard of solitude? It comes on
after the Late Show. The eyes drift
away from the movie. As far as possible
we tend to enjoy our bodies, see?
Across the great chasm, the cowboy peered.
* * *
The shape of his
head is not the shape
of the world. It satisfies itself
there.
Have some grapes. Two
breasts. Breathing behind them. Ships
just back out. He makes
the round in his head.
To be a girl
empty faces filled with guilt
watch the girls as they dealt
with judgemental stares and beady eyes
frowns that made them feel despised
grubby hands suggestive names
she does that you do the same
don't wear that -go here -look this way
your unwanted if you disobey
what is it like to be a girl
in this dirty awful world
to stand up tall is to be a wh**e
but to not lay down just closes doors.
control of my body is what I want
not magazines that laugh and taunt
not celebrity status skin and bones
but if your fat your on your own
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