poetry: results 625–648 of 735

Across vast distances in space, one cat calls to another;

a bat swings round a lamppost like a satellite.

Autotomy in spiders is a voluntary act.

With such surprises, anticipation should have them

humming like the truck of wear-dated carpet

that idled all night in the Hardee's parking lot.

The secret lies in elevation; in the erection of it, its meaning, what it relates to. The concept of the finite gave way to loss. Dream gave way to prophecy.

Nothing is something. The sky diminishing during earth's first tilt toward fall.

Did you know the ocean has a skin this morning, a real skin of light, like a newborn? October turning tropical.

oh I cannot mention what I saw but I will tell you that it involved a celebrity.

there comes a time in which, no matter how important poetry may be, it seems more important to go out and buy throw pillows.

Not hay. Too singular. Not chaff, not grain. Something Pre-Socratic about its attraction to living heat, stable dung. Not lace. Not grass-whistle…

Dreams that no matter what button you push, the floors keep flicking past, 33, 34, 35, that you're walking on a long bridge, no land in sight…

Today, it's the rise

and billow of sheets

on the clothesline, the necessary

rectangles snapped, bleached…

See the hand: root-like and hooked.

Notched knuckles, scars traveling

veneer of brown skin. See how it crowds

the skull, pushing inward, depraved…

Let us first think about our spines.

Twitching in the harmless outfit. See blades

& sockets, then dinosaurs. Then see the scar

of string through our center.

The sun hit the water;

a crowd followed its moving light:

how they hated you, how they loved you.

There's much to do in a sleeping house

though this means silence, little light,

talking to myself.

Even the cats don't wake…

Tell me, please, how to sail

down the corridors of my hair,

shield my glabrous eyes, apprehend

the white flash off the ripe arc…

I wonder will you

worry much

when your cherry popping daddies stop…

The ice refreezes

before the feet walk home.

Feet sinking in the Wal-Mart parking lot, walls thick and soft

as mattresses crawling up. Windproof, soundproof, dizzy

from the world buzzing around, hummingbirds hovering

to see how much sweetness they can get before the cup…

We were a plane angle of a sort, inclined

to one another in a plane not lying in a straight line.

Her husband might know, or worse, she herself

might find out, seeing as the whole affair…

I was once told the infant's eye

is able to drink water

from a curved leaf in China,

and when they sleep…

Some nights, birds take form

from nests of twisted barbwire,

or if not birds, something similar—

a coyote or your mother's hand.

When Lisa falls to Anneke falling in Lisa

songs assimilate an auburn cup:

martins are privy to glass, to burn

further in the quivering arrow.

Man walks into a bar with his dog and says to the bartender, "You wanna buy this dog? He recites poetry."

We each bought a sweet roll for a dollar

at Ed's. Cecil unrolled his tape measure

and the damn things were exactly a foot square.