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Blues singer
my office is in the ear
with any midnight voice
oiled and drunk
trouble sings
in a melancholy method
and the one bed is for her
Poems on the topic: trouble
Poems on the topic “trouble” on Poets.by.
Streetwise
I walk the length of the dark street
a busy confiture of doors and high words
where I pretend to know trouble
and pass some heart tempered with sleep
Belated Christmas letter
This year, trouble settled
in with me, and I mourn
the dying of tongues
and ordinary doors.
Time is no old token.
I have lost friends and
a calf’s head at cards.
Clientology
Come, buy, talk, dine,
demand, agree, use, meddle:
the client is a little god
of trouble—
one that I believe in.
Interment
For the burial
of an anchor,
let the water eat
as much as a bed
full of trouble.
#firstworldproblems
Alone with
my comfort,
a pungent necessity:
to look askew,
to call up an anger spirit,
to yield to the mother
of all trouble.
Paper trouble
A paper on trouble
troubled us: our trouble
is a paper trouble,
I paper my wits with trouble
because I would not
have trouble.
Nightcap
He sent for wine
in bed, and she
would not let him
come to her
out of jealousy
of that other
between him
and trouble.
Purchase
I carry a private trouble on a walk:
a new coin, good in the stamp
and bad in the money.
I have my dinner with it—
hard and cold.
Pepys Noir
Rain.
I got up early.
I was deputy to trouble;
I could not talk.
A place other
than the void tonight?
I go out without
any qualification.
Doubt will be
the end of me.
Default
We let treasure rest—
sun on fish.
We breakfast on trouble,
continue in absence,
say no to fox and fool
and so go knitting: to be.
Mr. P.’s blues
A rose told my thoughts
and I took to drink,
dined with my troubles—
the money horse,
the rose that brought
a slow hell home.
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