No ideas but in things
Up early
to the morning well.
I hate an abstract tract
made at night.
Poems on the topic: night
Poems on the topic “night” on Poets.by.
Night air
in the rose I buy for my wife—
her free mouth
Night barge
a dead man floating
on the water
Have a nice day
O, an ice
day—a night-
to-be.
Monster in the closet
I sat in my closet
drawing ships
going to Jamaica.
Late at night
I had a copy
of my mind.
Metamorphosis
rum till late at night
and being not well
I turn moth
Collection
The little box of war in the office,
my paper voyage…
nothing filled my closet
as high as night.
Prospector
I find cries
where they were words:
in a lung.
I give the remains to a book,
work all night.
Enclosure
Morning on the moor:
the town is in possession
of no place, enclosed it
and could not stay
the night.
The birth of tragedy
We change our days to night
and survey the alterations:
war into opera,
streets into dangerous doors
and blown sand into the word Love,
for dancing and singing
would spoil the music.
Interiority complex
For kindness I stumble
and tell not heart but harp,
give the country of my mind
some night notes.
Without My Glasses
night turns soft
as a leather strop
under the stars’ fuzzy lights
florescent incandescent
my surgery proceeds
with fewer instruments
train whistle
a black dog’s bark
a meteor’s incision takes
a second to heal
though the open heart
always misses its cage
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