L’esprit d’escalier
I batten like a mad king
on remembered words.
My text should be: “The memory
of the wicked shall rot.”
After I go, I make sport
in imitating the dead,
grown fat on moonlight.
Poems on the topic: moon
Poems on the topic “moon” on Poets.by.
Bequest
my ugly dog—
having no child, I shall leave him
all this moon
Men are from Earth, women are also from Earth
mathematical
observation of the moon—
talking with my wife
Ghetto moon
Moonlight over
all the streets
made a great conquest of the city.
Strange to see it go
to the water with
drawn swords.
We met it like dead men,
not a word among us,
not able to stir
in the dirt.
Food lovers
This is
the way
to my lady’s bed:
a pasty full
of fat, the moon
in my hands.
Nocturnal
I dine with owls
and in hot weather drink
great drafts of moon.
Blood moon
A field in which
the king ate an owl—
old, amber.
Night bled,
no better lodging.
Pentecostal
By the light of the moon,
my little candle is a stranger.
The pretty woman speaks Latin
and I love her books
by an inch of candle,
see the images burn
in the sovereign, singing tongue.
Proverbial (3)
I debauch the morning with a pen.
Who needs to think, find a garden.
On my flag: moon and money, our two hips.
Marooned
A pint of wine
but no wife—
like a moth under
some high moon.
Nothingness
Nothing but water and the half moon.
Give us wine
and anchovies
and many strange evasions
to life and bed.
Hope and Doubt
I dine with hope and doubt
in a coat of velvet.
Half moon, half dark,
we sing bass and treble.
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