Eros
taking the rope-maker
to his rope-ground
and the stove
to drink some light
we touch and see
how they speak of us
our hands
more than the mouth
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Administrator
papers grow upon my hands
and I am cold as a pear
or a captain of order
exempt from land service
but see how, void of method
the fox is wise at all times
Denialist
I grow cold while all the world
is ready to melt away
noon cruel as the most
troublesome god
what life I have in my hands
is a cold drink
Porn addict
among the granaries of sleep
I burn
where such variety of pictures
I enjoy no pleasure in the sight of them
the greatest plenty turns
to absence in my hands
Withheld
at the office so many kept
their best answer
their two parted hands
Proving the rule
too soon the feet find
one ugly song to sing
all hands in the world
grow dangerous with wear
this is not true
of the moon
Groundsman
we come to the park
with a barber’s cruel hands
but the land’s new contractor is a mole
and it is out of light
Disillusion
how to let them contend
how to clear myself
from any expectation of people
their promise left me raw
to free the flag in my hand
I carried it everywhere
Sign language
my own hands talk about me
as full of life as a grave
kill with them
and they go still
love is the trade they never want
Oligarch
I tend to business with old
man’s hands
as full of violence
as a small city
two ices that ought to be moons
in a garden gone bad
Shut-in
one hand owes money
to the other
night falling
on the cards of their house
their fish going
like nonsense words together
to and fro
King of the trolls
the backward bastard
that married his troll hands
in his heart no part
of a rose
but business business business
low as a glob