No exit
the night is a garden
in her perfect fear of us
who rave that everything must break
while government continues
what will become of doing business
with so busy a rust
Poems on the topic: night
Poems on the topic “night” on Poets.by.
First fiction
We were alone
in the darkness
on the top deck
of the ferry
coming back
from Shikoku,
the two
of us wrapped
in a single windbreaker,
me thinking
about the ex-governor
who had sailed
a thousand
years before
into this same
headwind,
Wolf at the door
against the whole table
a tooth of night
pointed at any
glut of mirth
Guises
no time to change
my companion and I undress
into the night between walls
into a young kiss and an answer
into kindness
into a variety of occasions
that I have not made with myself
Dispossession
if talking is thinking
an afternoon doing business
must cure the quiet possession
of some undiscovered prize
and we shall get free money
calling the poor to be ready
for our coming night
Song of decay
dead before we die
the decay sweet as nightlife
singing without sleep
in the mutinous body
Ex-convict
now nothing
but the print of a wing
where prison wounded him
no opportunity yet
to flee in the night
the night that was the state
Auspex
on the only step
an owl
night comes to me
because I am late to her bed
Void
morning comes with a bit of hurt
I continue like a raven
to believe in the night
up above
so infinite a no body to look after
A matter of interpretation
I am translating a library into hands
is time a prison or a garden
are trees letters to the night
Graveyard shift
what work I do
is to get some money
but not so much that my pretty hands
come to grief
trepan my head
carrying about bad music
pierce this night
to let the plague out
Writing life
morning is the best poem
afternoon papers it over
all settled things must break in pieces
I believe in my sleep
waked in the night by snoring
I laugh to recollect it
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