Category Archives: Bill Knott

Saint Geraud ,
1940 – 2014 , Carson City, Michigan

Poem – Dearth Demise

Satiety help me I have inhabit of this world. Extant upon its designs to be more aimlessly fluttering at the window, to shadow all the patterns it offers each sun. In frames far as eye I draw my words towards … Continue reading

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Poem – The Patriots

at the edge of the city in the garbage dump where the trucks never stop unloading a crazy congregation stumbles from trashmound to trashheap they smash their fists down on whatever’s intact they tear to bits the pitifew items that … Continue reading

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Poem – The Misunderstanding

I’m charmed yet chagrined by this misunderstanding– As when, after a riot, my city’s smashed-in stores appear all Boarded up, billboarded over, with ads for wind-insurance. Similarly, swimmingly, I miss the point. You too? And my misunderstanding doesn’t stop there, … Continue reading

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Poem – Face in the Window

I am a modest house, a house solely notable for the fact I lived here once. Its brass plaque depicts an oxygen eye in which two pupils of hydrogen dance. Downstairs is where I lit fires whose insights with approach-velocity … Continue reading

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Poem – Space

From the trees the leaves came down until we joined hands with a wand and that act enabled them somehow then to reach the ground where they scuttered round our feet urging the latter to unite with a baton as … Continue reading

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Poem – Sleep

We brush the other, invisible moon. Its caves come out and carry us inside.

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Poem – Story of Or

To pose nakedness is To refute it. A pose Is a clothes. Like Stanzaic arrangements of The word which should Ideally, be in pain against Its w and its d. No slack Is why such heaves of or To denude … Continue reading

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