Fricassee
here comes war an old order
resolving questions
about faction and protest
against the body
a war will not be true
a fricassee of notions and information
I eat every day
to ease my mind
Poems on the topic: mind
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Introspectator
there is a map of my mind
I resolve to find myself on it
but no second thoughts
my coffee is an empire
my car the very end
of the world that I know
Small ode
wholly to coffee I owe
my joy in small things
this black sage favoring
a free mind
Interrogation
the best and most
commodious pocket
is a simple head
I took to measuring the measurer
discoursing with the mind
about discourse
and I find him
not so thorough a philosopher
not being satisfied with my rule
Harboring
I have a journal of observations
of the morning port
where I go to take the air
content to rust
my mind is a hole
full of little things
Caregiver
her mind going is no trouble to her
which troubles me
and puts me to looking
over accounts
Cerebral
my work is in
my mind alone
I walk a while in the garden
and take no notice
eat a bit of bread and dirt
like a country with no mother
and then doubt
I am called to art…
Dosage
In bed, swelling,
I measure a little fear,
observe exactly
the custom of
the mind at night.
Cure for neuroses
My thinking, sick
and sorry all day,
cleared at night.
Tell me my name
and put me
out of mind.
Cure for melancholy
Here, my love, is
that rare vision,
how to buy ease of mind:
a hamper of melons.
Insomniac (2)
At war with the bed
and the scenes and company and everything
else in my mind, I count to one.
Here: be nothing
but the farce.
The enemy of the good
Old papers trouble me,
like some high country
where all are peaceable
but against us. I draw
things as they are, glad
that my mind is troubled.
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