ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS

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  keyword(s) in poems:

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ABOUT TO SIT DOWN
Stepping out the back door...


KISS HIS EAR
Brown corn bends as...


STALLING OUT
Just by getting enough distance...


PAGE ZERO
my mind's blank wall...


PARTING
words just off...


CRICKETS HESITATE
the night...


FROM AND TO
my first eternity...


IN THIS LITTLE POEM OR WORLD
I mislaid my travel plans the map...


FIELD GUIDE
indigo bunting no words...


untitled
I knew...


I STAY UP LATE
studying to live...


POEM OF EXPOSURE
the tender outcry...


untitled
underground I'll turn to you...


THEFT OF A LINE FROM TATE
I consider it a citizen's duty...


STANDING STILL IN
november...


HOW I TRAPPED THE MURDERER
I left out the part...


PROVERB
he who sleeps a false sleep...


A SUNDAY NIGHT SERMON FOR DAVID BAKER
The first step is to listen,...


I AM PART BUZZARD
my grandmother was a buzzard...


DEAR FUCKHEADS
my head hurts...


TILL IT THAWS
1....


RESOLUTION
I am so glad...


EVENING POEM
in the cellar...


DISTURBANCE
the world is alive...


FLIGHT
the gamblers...


VISIT
Buying toys, the one remaining copy...


STORM
in trouble again...


JUST AFTER DAWN
We sat among the cattle and he asked me ...


INTERPRETATION
Hour begets hour, dream begets dream,...


THE BUZZARD SPEAKS
I am proud...


INTERRUPTION
not knowing what to say...


JOSEPH'S POEM
if you wish to own a fear...


DIS-ORDER
of course...


BLUE MILLION
in the house dark...


untitled
blank pages spit their silence...


BROKEN POEM
life goes through...


AUTOBIOGRAPHY VOL. II
the day before my birth...


MARENGO
the pressure of seasons...


TODAY
awoke in the forest...

Listen!


ODE TO THE FRIENDS OF POETRY


the friends of poetry
are in trouble
they have not held their tongues
they lose their jobs
they are criticized for too much hair
or no hair
their parents despair
their friends lament

no one understands them
if they climb a ladder
someone says don't jump
if they go to the cellar
to check the furnace
someone says there is
a bomb being made down there

their friends tap their temples
their lovers sigh
there are police cruisers
out looking for the uncontrolled
the believers in vice and havoc
those who have been given clear choices
and reject what all others take

the poets themselves are out
looking for the friends of poetry
don't take it so much to heart
don't hurt yourself
look it's not worth it
keep your job keep your
mouth shut I have to
live with it so can you

but the friends of poetry
never listen to the poets
it's the poems they hear and obey
no matter how strange it makes them
how alone hunted afraid
else why
have listened in the first place