THESE TIRED HORSES

wanting sugar
wanting sex
violent animus of day
i am afraid
to look
i am very
afraid to look
oh let me
fall
a bouquet
over the fence
grow where it was
left skimmering
eating oatmeal
each day
merely
at 30 per cent
capacity
terrible fear
caught
in my throat i wrap
backwards
around us
as song
holding my head
above my heart
requesting
distractions
requesting
you love me
after
requesting
you love me not
oh let me
fall
& sleep
where i lay
& lay where
the moon is
when the moon is round
you said it is beautiful
& yes it is beautiful
more beautiful
than my email
which is not very beautiful
i have so very
very much
to read
angels walk their footprints
across
my eye lids

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i hear from the computer

sounds of a person’s life

falling water, children, the kitchen’s objects

i have a credit card bill to pay

due to an error in accounting

i received a refund, six hundred

& fifty dollars. meanwhile

i’ve discovered cabbage

delicious, wet with vinegar & lemon

i have just started to love someone

with hand held to flame, could i

account for every thought

at day’s end, point to them

in a line up of probable

thoughts, which may

have occurred, but didn’t

as long as i live, bread

will be a sublime pleasure

& my best days spent

not thinking of the state

i can see the last light of day

there is a general angelitude

this is hard for me, but i won’t say

why. it would delight me

to write something you hated, if

you hated it well. everything

converts itself into burden

i am stretching myself before you