Surgery
This morning the carpenter
made an end of my door,
this morning the surgeon
with a barrel of lemons
went to the exchange
and broke me where
I had not been, so fresh
was the night within me.
Poems on the topic: night
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Desperate
Time to draw heads
and hands on pigeons,
to kill somebody for a fan
or join with me in my patent
to improve the night?
Fee
Show me five pieces:
a morning of ash,
a white gull,
a parson wrapped in paper,
a castle of chocolate,
a well at night.
Checkmate
Bet for beer, I put
the white king
in the park at night.
Insomniac
One in the morning. How to sleep?
Ash came pouring into my mouth.
I sleep on my table after dinner
and at night walk up and down in bed.
Lost
At two in the morning,
the ship not the ship
and the ending no end,
on my lost bed
I dream of having clothes
of cold water.
Chicken
Be a stranger.
In the afternoon, who cons night?
Let my hen tell me
when the mess paid off.
Let be.
Time Lapse
Infinity failed me, and evening
overtook us at gray noon.
No anchor brought order.
I count a knot a night.
Cabbage Mind
O infinity of papers, give a piece of me
to the surgeon, to soldiers, to the town
where I seem a dull heavy man.
I had a mind to some cabbage,
I sent for some and had it.
A strange thing how I am
already in the book
of rain and night.
Gun nut
a great peak
at night is a pit
I find pleasure in pistols
Paris, Beirut
the bottle of night broke
what to do
what answer to give
is loss what the city will be for
Living art
the painter went home
and saw paint
his night is my night
an art I ought to be
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