Troubled
I have used a stone
as a boat, but found
it was never very good
in the water.
No open mind shall keep
my best troubles.
I send for the plasterer
to counterfeit a heart.
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The sailor’s life
A year at sea, and
the worm in my heart
is like a train through
a city I never heard of.
Heartless
Foul water in my house—
a ship on a fen.
I force the doctor to fetch
for his salary
my heart.
Ukiyo
“Time enough” is a cheat;
we make good sport
of losing. Give me
the passing of things: heart
breaking in the opera,
a love done
after a little sin.
Moth
like a heart
in a cook’s sack,
sitting in an ill place
in the dark.
Windfall
This fallen fruit:
a small heart
full of sickness,
my sandwich’s god.
Xenograft
It is a pig heart I dine with,
sometimes in hell and others
at Mother Rum’s.
Go home and be pretty again,
my left hand.
Retreat
My private bone, my chance heart,
my Walden in a wardrobe, my rose—
all night we lay
in one green bed.
Wage slave
Work is a net
made of ale and cheap hopes,
my heart in a tent.
Wine-dark
Married to a glass
of wine, I hunt trouble,
set my hand to the sea
and the ship, which make
my heart home.
Fat Tuesday
In the heart, only evil—
tomorrow I give up the urge.
Late news is dead news.
A great lay tonight
because of tomorrow.
Martial Artist
I go in secret.
The score I hear is my heart,
is for bell and wind.
Drunk, I defend myself
with a late foot.
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