Am meisten gelesen ▸
Dave Bonta
my ruling itch
cannot find me
with my company face
the color of a clock
lying alone and thinking
I could be anyone
face like a cake
or a clock
great heart ready to give
body in peace
having money
cut and make an end of it
behind the ear
to mar is better
than to be plain
no hat cost as much
as a face done fine
alone abroad
I find my unself
find my if picture
like another face
I will make my go home
fit my tomorrow journey
if I am my picture
I am no more
no face is finished
my own grown fat and home
to the general tow of people
and yet part sea
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,
I believe in the face
a miracle of change and inner child
like a grave that’s able to sing
under a hat and eyebrows
overtaking you in a coach
the wheel of her face
you talk enough to entangle
two or three hours
finches singing
in the middle of the night
on days as immediate as doors
fear would not fit
into our bed
her face like a dying aster
how to hold it
I put on my ugly face
to the multitude
my last act
conveniently mad
like the violence of a crow
come to poke at the people
standing in their fixed
and different pastures
I hear nothing
but a great tree
the voices that have
been with me all my life
crowd into the crown
an oratory of disorder
compelling hope for the future
like an idle boy
looking in our faces
to see who we might be
in the morning grove
a stout man would be a bear
his care in sitting as I look
with my hide of a good face