Category: Poems (page 34 of 73)

As of October 2011, I’d posted over three hundred poems on this site, including many sonnets and search poems, as well as numerous poems that didn’t make it into chapbooks such as Abendland and Morgenland. I then ceased posting poems here, choosing instead to distribute them via my poem of the week newsletter. Then I stopped doing that too. Every now and then I post a poem here … but not as often as I’d like.

14 November 2006 / 0 Comments

Possible snow on the nearby hills

rivers roads borders & towns overturn regimes
impose your own! take me before you take him
(say light up that disease & crush those feeble
ants! he’s crazy they whispered true to the end
he keeps on smiling & i just want to eat! myself
or throw them off the scent that might do it! fool
black birds swooping down to check my pulse!
wise white birds (chase these daylights home!
across borders rivers roads & towns dim people
come out & cry! it’s time! & don’t tell me youse
weren’t aware we’re moving into serious stages
of riot! roads rivers borders towns towns (rivers
roads borders & rivers (roads borders & towns –
burn & blow up sounds! bring the regime down!
14 November 2006 / 0 Comments

Stars In His Heart

he was the star that floated in water, lacking
space (& she was an astronomer in hawaii, or in
lower case (she’s the satellite’s document of a
dreamy eclipse (he’s like a word once lost, now
formed by her lips (when she says goodbye & oh!
that word all the stars go out (& it gets dark:
he drives through the night with just a radio &
his doubt (the elegant simplicity of life & her,
of their separation (caused snows from november
to fall across the nation (never does, we never
knew that the stars could dream (the reflection
we’ll never see; the white flakes’ mist a panic
beam (their lonely message across a face we call
the skies (cry or close your eyes –

               (i am a child

14 November 2006 / 0 Comments

Amerika

He was a jealous husband without a wife.
I needed security and he gave me bullets
to rain down upon those discreet affairs
(which came, and passed. We settled in
to our familiar routine: me with my cat
and he out stalking prey. At night he’d
return with greenbacks in his ochre eye,
demanding fidelity, abstract truth and an
Amerikan way of life. I don’t understand
how it came to this. I trusted him with
my life savings. He didn’t believe in me.
I see it now (with the clarity of sight
denied the blind. I sign divorce papers.
His mistrust did not (a coalition make.
8 November 2006 / 0 Comments

Wachtwoorden

One day I’ll delete all of my passwords,
all those hard to remember combinations
of numbers and letters, and replace them
with various names I’ve made up for you.
That way, I’ll never forget my passwords
again, and every time I type one of them
in I’ll think of you, or at least one of
those names for you I already mentioned.
I’ve got all the security I’ll ever need
right here in this series of secret code
words no one else could ever crack. This
plan will however require me to think up
a few more. You see, I have too many pass-
words, and not enough names for you yet.
6 November 2006 / 0 Comments

De Kraai en het Paard

I am the crow! Sitting on the horse’s head!
Listen to me, bloated fields! Hark, ye old
windmills and lanes! I’m a children’s story
book! Hey, black wings! Scary rainbow oils!

I am the snow! Waiting for the sun to die!
Stomping through their lonely hoofprints!
Running off like steam at the mouth! Let’s
eradicate gold and plagiarise the sunset!

I am the know! Together with the horse and
crow I bang out hits to feed the sparrows!
Incendiary! Bonfire whig! I am the element
that science hasn’t discovered yet! Wham!

I am the crow! Sitting on the horse’s head!
I am the horse! Sit somewhere else instead!

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