Extreme position
My foot came to see my hand
as an impertinent echo,
a gone member, thinking how to stand—
a thing on whom no being went.
Poems on the topic: body
Poems on the topic “body” on Poets.by.
Books in the road
books in the dull road like a dish of tripe
a meal of ill conception
books for the clerk
who tells me ill things
for the surgeon at a loss
what to do with her own body
for the bears
The Fall
her stark anatomy
in the garden
I look at the ground
a city ordered to be kept shut
the body’s a thing
of bad colors
Vista
the body of a model
is a safe croft
but the best place could endure
every ordinary survey
and so a dish of larks
after the wasteland
(De)composition
death is a miracle
making in the body (that is not finished)
most rare things
how could it be locked up
between two hopes
Deprivation addict
Look upon
these hips fit
for a board
and eat.
Unwilling flesh,
breast of necessity—
being ill for
want of it
I fear a clear life,
pray it may
not tempt me
to eat not.
Self-Verification
old gray body
bound for no grave
for no grave
has issued us visas
and i am a law-
abiding citizen
which is to say i suppose
the law is my abode
so this carcass of mine
has standing
and grows more
and more abstract
taxed and insured
vaccinated and boosted
password-protected
two-factor authenticated
Charm
fire fire
burn my brick
live like some cut
in the body
a good drinker-up
of every love
Voyages
the urge to go on a voyage
body moving with purpose
the devil is in on it
the best way to keep me from myself
whatever comes of history
we could wake without hurting it
hunt for a nipple
in the clear rain
Embodied
how infinite is the body
as a field for visions
they are fleet
they are not to be kept
not to command
at night if I go mad
call me up a bear
Breast Man
They have never stopped watching me
or reminding me of my own,
inferior pair that cannot shoot
sweetness at the world’s
avid mouths. They lurk
in mirrors and behind drapes,
disguise themselves as crockery,
solar flares, or bells that ring
backwards: wholly holy.
If they were ever to blink,
we would all disappear—
let’s keep them under wraps
and over underwires where
they’ll be safe. Only then can men
preserve our immense dignity
and not tremble like virgins
Scientist
I see nothing on my own
no plain meaning
think of the power
of the microscope
to find a thing not as I expect
but dangerous as a body
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