Company man
At the office, all
hunt for ash—no fire.
The company is
another gone god.
I receive a subpoena for it,
give it a bed
between the midwife and the day.
Poems on the topic: office
Poems on the topic “office” on Poets.by.
Pulling strings
At the office, a play
with puppets. But
like puppets we do expect
a letting go.
Apparition
At the office, having drunk
a great deal of wine,
I see my hat before me
like money in the street.
Long hours
Office at home—
the pen and I eat
the night up.
The good worker
Me and the office: one
wen.
A pasty.
A merry bed.
Enigma
Is the city a thing—
one house, a chest
of drawers—
or a singing master,
singing to the office
and the home?
Apparatchik
At war with my kind
in the office—
he who is a hat,
who is a tooth.
Goth
At the office, I am
a fish in the dolphin.
Tar me and err.
Night is my wife, a pall my king.
Civilian
To the office. I advise
about hanging the poor.
I miss the army—
robbing, laying out fear,
breaking the world.
Muse
This morning I was taken
with a comely woman: not handsome
but a woman of the best language
that ever I heard any
in my life.
I took leave to go to the office
and could not return.
Imperial Official
At my new office, paid
to hate, I am full
of sword and torch.
Amtrak
waking on the train
I see a hawk
absurd men laughing
about office business
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