Friday, October 10, 2003
it's nothing... not broken... not loose at the third spoke... not

happy to see you... not happy to go... nothing on it's stomach...

wanting nothing... playing nothing.. arranging nothing for the kids...

it's nothing beside the duckpond... nothing in the furnace...

it's nothing you haven't seen... it's not invisible or bent... not

cordial... grim... just... it's not here now... and won't be later


something to be said for... doing and doing a thing...

until it is done... or... until... light drifts down...

voice booms gently... this is my beloved son...

our cross-eyed gods were thinking something else...

taken unaware... they whimper... we were busy...

counting... give us one more chance... please



Thursday, October 09, 2003
this noise... inside my line... presumes a storm

of gray spice... an air blown silly... far away...

i'll remember the night we... ran blasted... or

what the yellow bird said... tree slain... my

heart my cough... a poor fool... nobody wants


"poetry so loose that you have to wear spandex under it" (rsm)...

or made yourself in the blinkered morning... i didn't know how slim...

i was revolving in the box... poetry sent... a horde of northers

at the windows... nothing meaning... but interfering and blasting...

i was rocked... or slightly taken... i was hundreds of vicious verbs...

and jiggling the coin of empire... worthless... i was slapping myself

around all the silent pictures... and poetry flying in from every corner...

using the winter for ice... hauling sundry bums out to the curb...


enough for the going... all of us said... it worked

us into a fit... we fit there... and called it good

enough... never slipping from the poem's page...

all the standards... metaphorical... patient...

two pages in hand... invisible climate news


Wednesday, October 08, 2003
with the book in my hands... make me eat partial vision...

i was standing in a jeweled tub... make me fall and sink...

everybody watching now... i'm coming over tonight

with a big fat dictionary sandwich... and paper cuts


my method likes you... a splendid forgery and a cold

intention... to blend figures... for dancing... girls

on a bus bench... boys carving something in the floor...

any flower... my method... has singled you out


in photos we're all the... undead... our age mangles

the... if you could just see me in action...

we wouldn't look so... corrupt... blind... bitter...

any smile... i never smile... you have a beautiful

smile...
it's our blue reality... swooping down...


was country music... smart enough for the undoing...

we wondered... when the knit began... if anything

justified... such intensity... or a vinyl smile... or

an open corridor up the side... rocks and dry grass...

danced into a long morning... a day and an idea...


liking a... probability we considered... then...

took our business home... we bought

everything there... and welcomed it...

liking it... into our common heart... i

got it for you... i got this for you...


Tuesday, October 07, 2003
fragment heard... like a... voice... generously blue...

and summer left us grinning... summer left us

grinning like a... satisfied dog... an old one...

been around the corner... all afternoon...


next comes... your interest in waste... a barrier...

hundreds of books... a condition found only in jungles...

then we clap... and clap... because your eyes have come

uncrossed... variables... expand... and we find...

ourselves... owning you... arrested in texas... happy


inappropriately poetic... he called me useless and... other things...

but i jumped... threw a stone...


call it my story...

perversely strung... up... and flapping in the breeze...

of a cough


he's just fooling around... very tough condition...

the operation... comes up and juices... our hero...

falls... always... and nobody said... or hoped...

it came to us... that... he's just fooling around


Monday, October 06, 2003
as an odd... in this...

use... a frame...

of bones... up in...

ideas... or the air

skin of... one... you...

here it is... standing

breath... as just...

we... said it...


this... like a predisposition or an exceptionally

long index finger... pointing through the fog...

like... a monumental statue... noble enough

and not splattered too much... or like... sun...

this just accumulates... a few good days...


Sunday, October 05, 2003
"... as though they were a pack of trained hounds"...

one thing up a tree... one thing by the creek... driven...

certain... and remembering to cover my mouth when i cough...

and getting enough fiber... toward the point... where we sit...

now in the flame's good advice... one thing at last... for us all

happily... knowing it... fresh bones and bloody good... points


lightlorn... a nuisance under benches and canvas... o dream

of a version... where we flail fishy on the banks... of sky...

a lunging around... past sensible worlds... in disarray





a lot of something... a brick...

and or... imagination by the curb...

paper and plastic... left or astonished...

what you have done... beside

what you have... how many of this...

count them... stumble... count them now...

so many of... a lot... of something...


Saturday, October 04, 2003
mystery handy and germane... terminal laughter... with goats...

all of this lugged uphill... a sliver... a genuine piece of blue

virtue... old knees... an understated freckle... remembered


plain sayings... heaped with rainy reason... poured

over me... rolled down your... zinc ribs... and danced

in a shuffle thing... gripping weather... risky numbers...

tell me how you did it... when the mountains slid up

through the stormy clouds of our frightful hoping...


i wanted that fish for myself... i slumped upright...

carefully tested your intentions... you get

the green snake...you get the cricket's wild grin...

but i... get the fish... for myself...


turned like an explorer into a crafty... violence...

dropping down homeward... on knees or butts...

sliding heavenward... a stricter lesson... complies

with the times... all our arms stretched out...

a dream stance... ready for the next demand

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