Am meisten gelesen ▸
Discharged
our water grew better by night
thin and harmlessly sad
my book on mortality hit back
I was living in the dangerous part of town
I bled hope to ease myself
like a bed full of guns
Gedichte zum Thema: gun
Gedichte zum Thema „gun“ auf Poets.by.
Gunshot
I kiss her wound
to turn it into light
or some great fire
though the gun could not
be got out
Defector
come back to the gun
mother
come out of the country
of the deer
Blowback
in last night’s news
who was taken by war
guns like strange teeth
carry the enemy home with us
Gun lover
the certain clock of a gun
the fleet rose of a gun
the plain dish of a gun
the drunk kiss of a gun
Hylophobia
I come to the country to hunt
gun like a painted name on a picture
with a far-off wood
which troubles me without reason
Sniper’s dream
I dream that I am awake
but we are in our graves
I cannot raise my heart
it being the heaviest thing I have
and I wonder at the gun
a dark little god
Speaking truth to power
who follows the lies
expressed on all occasions now
the art of lying is over
guns hear nothing
whether in earnest or not
Straight shooter
the first morning
of my promise not to lie
my promise of the child in me
I say bring me
a gun to wear
red locks almost look natural
Dictator
not good about letting others speak
I am sorry for the ice in my head
and heart full of decay
I am sorry for this gun
which makes the hole of power
Gunman
this gun is afraid
of trouble and pain
my bad temper
reading and art
the company of a rose
I talk with it in a whole lexicon of blood
Shooter
a boy and a gun
his kept rose
the afternoon arithmetic
is subtraction and division
I pray to have
some pain begin with me