The war on darkness
up and to war
under a god of business
man’s hands stay the night
our common nuisance
Poems on the topic: night
Poems on the topic “night” on Poets.by.
Quietism
I found a sort of trick
never to love a fallen flag
ignoble but
I can live in the world
with my God stick
my heart of private night
and my old rupture
Onward and upward
the garden grows every
day another
ladder into night
I come up hungry
to begin
to be
Lynx rufus
Woken by thirst & a hot gaze
from the mouth of the shelter: sun,
or mother dangling some new,
wet chew-toy for her grown kitten?
The dream visions slink
back behind the rocks, where
it’s always night. Yellow eye,
help me look for a drink under
these shelves of angled light.
Water has no scent of its own.
After dark, it’s simple to track it
by its purr: every large ravine
has a throat, a pulsing vein.
Its surface trembles, the loveliest of pelts.
But sometimes too there’s water
on top of the mountain,
Lepidopterist
I wait like a guitar
for the sacrament of an ear
nobody can tell
the truth of a moth
lost in the busy night
Cloistered
where I shut myself in
the night lay open
that impossible hand
I read and read and read
Opinion columnist
in my private war pen and sword
come together to dance
like a desire not to offend
and full-on evil
so grey this night this day
that had little to astonish me
Micturition
with what
freedom I piss
this rainy night
Vigilant
two in the morning
a moon lighter than ice
I eat a piece of cold meat
dust the picture in the corner
like a cat taken out of a chimney alive
I watch all night for the sun
Sleepwear
in my green nightgown
I sleep light as a child
passing through the night
like the remains of a fire
Pinched
I slept backward
in a thin framed self
my hand bled
my book and table continued
all night to exceed me
my bed laden
as a full mouth
what would we give
for good news
for the poor
Looking backward
an untruth might fix me
if I walk with it
yesterday is road enough
I am full of time
the new stairs took me
down to a rival now
night and a supper
getting ready
night as night
first let me be
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