Insomniac (3)
morning is a lie
night will make night
I continue alone, head full
of my own multitude
Poems on the topic: night
Poems on the topic “night” on Poets.by.
Night country
we come to the country
in the country where no poor live
come into the country
and eat all our rent and debts
we have no papers but it being night
whose land is it
Water water
water is a book
full of tautologies
weary to the ear
I wake in the night
on my waterbed
weary journal
Ennui (2)
I lie till noon
and dine till nine at night
examining the miscarriage
of satisfaction
Shorelines
I walk home
all the herring coming out
with a grace as great as the night
after the work
of the house is done
this sudden grief
Laborer
my work is not as I could
and not as I would
work myself
at night I go to a little private
door in a wall
and through a narrow place
and into a box
Minimalist
my hat is gone
that I might see
more night
the room
pulled down
to make more night
art cannot wait
upon hat or lodging
Burroughs
alone in far Tangier
who will have me
a bird in a theater of flags
at night I send a token hand
among the poor
Colonized
we pay in good oil
for the visions they sell to us:
I now know
how blind I am
my thoughts are small and labor
against the night
Bump in the night
fear is an ambassador
knocking on every stair
nightgown and slippers
go as a soldier of the wind
up against this ill
wool of a night
Open road
the road is a thing
I seldom sit on
where I hear the difference
between fleet and gone
weary of staying
to pay for air
how little I would keep
like an office at night
Diner
I eat alone with haste
night and other night
in nature there is great variety
but in fear, a home
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