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Papers
a nest of papers
convenient as one’s own pale horse
not yet dead
but open to it
an ink body to carry me
away by night
Poèmes sur le thème : ink
Poèmes sur le thème « ink » sur Poets.by.
Autumnal
time is short but I am
like a poet living on ink
and sad stories
hope will not burden me again
with summer thoughts
Keyboard warrior
where I carried a cross like a prize
where I bled ink and coffee
where it all evened out
with war for discourse
I spoke but did not see
but at night in the garden
I thought of you
Snack
I bit into a kind word
there had been nothing to dine on in the house
and it was a treat
the great dark ink of it
Self-sacrifice
do not die
for others but dance
without any shame
only the grace
to surrender
like ink in water
Emotion vs. insight
a red rave is good
seeming to be an art
to ice all pain
but ink comes only
from the night
Sketchy
to draw a picture I take pains
to observe more than before
ink all in a fresh light
with perspective to delude one’s eye
it would make a man doubt
that ever he saw anything
Propagandist
I bled ink for this war
people saw me sing and dance
out of key out of night
the fruit of my endeavors
for all for God for the least
wrong king
Reorganization
is my office my work
I lose the door
place my books in order
let the night be a strange ink
building other things
out of my thoughts
Fine line
I draw this ink line
no paint so finely mixed and shaded
against the usual night
Graveyard shift
we pay for the morning
in unaware work
day is a hollow dance
the world makes
my heart give me
a few ordinary words
but do it in writing
the nights run faster than ink
Incubus
my head full of ink
I had no wish to draw
fear having come
to live with us
as a child troubled all night
that could not speak