Poems for Persons of Interest

adolescence i dreamt in angel speak. i wove                verses on the insides of my wrists. i gathered the corpses                of flowers to pin like butterflies in my hair. i let the sun penetrate me;               i was all about the sun those days, addicted to any eye                that would trail me. every night i fingered myself to sleep,                let my body be abducted by faceless strangers. i laced my heart                to a boy who wanted me as both lover and testament. i offered                up my throat to anyone who looked upon me, wanting                to shake off my virginity like a dog its hounding leas...

Desk Job I cleaned my desk today, removed the stacks of newsletters, receipts, and doctor’s bills. With rag in hand, I made a few attacks on dried-up evidence of coffee spills.    I shelved the books—they’d sprouted up again   in leaning towers inked with potencies on deckled gills, like mushrooms after rain. I opened wide the curtains so the breeze   could run its vigor through the room, and sweep away the stagnant air, and clear my mind, where sins lie in their jumbled, grubby heap— some known, confessed, and some not yet defined.   I scrubbed the wooden window sills, the grime, the carcasses of flies who met their end short of the inaccessible sublime. Why must we beat our heads like them, why spend                                        our days in fruitless wrangling with ...

Monday feel the words deflate the tyre of your whirring wheel to take you by the hand and lead you to the page, leave the desire for death in your head, and become the ink’s curling Monday path that spells the poem you are supposed to live.

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Hymn to Labour All days are Fridays for the ones who love Their work; all nights are nourishing the mind With dreams or carven waking active hours, Divining things far off and beautiful, Points on the mountain range where you would be, Statues in every obelisk, and in Your hand the architect of your heart's desire. The law of life is labour, but also love, And so all pour themselves into their work, Writers and painters and concrete finishers Will mar the corners of the works they know Can never last forever... with initials. They find their immortality in the moment, In giving their whole presence thoughtlessly. We are so loth to give to anyone Our time for free till we've enough to share, Enough for every need under the sun, Since fellow service seems no need like air, Like meals and sleep, and yet a person may Be so deficient in joy they pass away From most unnatural cause: a lack of play. Leisure is sweet, but work is sweeter still If it is dignified and interesting, Which ...