Ursa Major
We see
a convenient part.
The great bear
has nowhere to fall
and a moth is present at his dying.
Poems on the topic: moth
Poems on the topic “moth” on Poets.by.
What a king is
Among other things very fine, which thing is a king? The king is a king: a word and net. The king is a cover for the king, girt with words.
The king is a lord changed for an old hat. The king is a plain moth, a chance tenant. The king is a familiar street at night.
Marooned
A pint of wine
but no wife—
like a moth under
some high moon.
Torn
From wife to mistress
I live on wit, gaudy but poor.
Intending to see my wife, I was not I
but a moth to the sun:
I burn, taking my pleasure
in the morning pain.
Before Orpheus
that moth
and the mess he caused
a citizen of pretense
to my mother and talk
I was born.
Visions
I see a king’s codpiece
on all the money
see a temple
in demands we deny the present
the Pope coming to mind
like a fat moth
Consultant
At noon the captain
would have her teach
the mathematics of evening—
the red land, the coursing water,
a moth in clear daylight
rising early.
Moth
alone with
my model of a ship
a little moth
fear of death troubles me
till daylight
That sinking feeling
I go to the bar
on a boat
a hole is a looking-glass
the queen moth hanging
in many a Marriott
good wine and merry
got me
the easiest bed
The critic
A small brown moth drawn in
by the glow of his laptop
clings to the flat screen
with wings outstretched.
A few pixels show
through the clear patches
in the center of each wing.
Does that feel good? he murmurs
when the blinking cursor passes
underneath it.
The bedsprings creak
in the other room.
Beyond the softly whirring fan
the famous skyline flickers
with heat lightning as
his fingers go on clattering
Metamorphosis
rum till late at night
and being not well
I turn moth
Brief Case
i am not equal
to the stars
much less any junkie’s
point of light
my right index
fingernail has gone missing
i share a common tongue
with lawyers and sociopaths
a small white moth spends
the night in one of my shoes
so i avoid the paper
get my blood bath from the dawn
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