Friday, October 17, 2003
now regarding your latest... think of the crows some chilly morning... whose eyes

resemble a scrupled heart... or whose cancelled bulk swings like an echo...

then think of my sudden grin....


imploded like a damp sonnet... the day asks for fruit and grain...

tremendous and fibrous... the sky reminds one kid of his ankle...

any old freedom looks good... from the closet... the starving...

the freezing... the withering drummers... all compose...


Thursday, October 16, 2003
longer than gin or talking about... the trip... longer than a printer's nose...

you have suggested a version of singalong... i am not familiar with...

submit your credentials for further scrutiny... a plaque in your kitchen

alters our earlier suspicions... you now have our complete attention


brother... heavy curtains cannot prevent... cold eyes cannot stop...

this excavation... we are finding horses buried a thousand years...

we are finding gilt pigeon bones... an amulet of teeth and wheat...

the spade drives us deeper... and hearts unrecognizable...

seem to beat for us... here... under this canopy of salt


Wednesday, October 15, 2003
with an inability... to lose himself in a crowd... or forget

the tight rubber seal around his... mouth... he presents

any number of actual moods... as if the world under his

power were solid... as the earth that coughs around him...

less unhappiness than... disorientation... a dizzy choice


turn this into your natural moment... you can use it...

for an excuse... or an apology... your eventual accomplishment...

you can dream it... in one piece... or several... stages...


more words... and made... a few options turning

into orange juice... a few poses yawning... you

always liked this side... of me... i always

dreaded... the appearance of a word... friddled


Tuesday, October 14, 2003
about a poultice... putting itself... here or

where apples fly... i'll be the bug... no sense

crawls out... we were just talking... or

pretending to swallow each other's... laughter...


my understanding crumbled into... romantic ideas

and the struggle to get something more carefully

stitched... gives me all of this hoping... a don't

bury stinky things here... a very good to see you...

at last


Monday, October 13, 2003
not just saying... not just any kind of thing... seen...

i'm calling your lips and teeth... your tongue... a verb...

a budding book... ghost for noun... seed for pattern...

you took root at the base... a sentence sorrow... voices

taken from under... the dump sleeping... or chemical

language... what sent pulse to cloud and morning... what

spent the night reading bone decay... and pushed to say

one careless thing to the glass... a stubborn stammer


stark yesterday... and stood up like a hoper...

remember when you told me... about the snow...

we had our eyes crossed in twenty places...

and resolved to stop... being so personal


maybe finished with a slingshot... our stones go... maybe

broken from a last thought... our verbs stop... of an inch

or in a minute... on the dirt road... maybe... in church


artists for nothing... here's a column... marchers over your head...

and whistling for work... whose nothing believes in itself...


Sunday, October 12, 2003



no news here swings a siren out through leaf smoke... nothing

going on by the sound of it... go away grin the girlyboys... spin

toplike on your heads... counting on your name to wake me now


how much... and when... some dripping stops... you'll miss it

and refuse the morning without it... this is a concentration

of numinous rivers... or nothing a jungle wants... you drip...

and stomp a dry path... stepping over adjectives... adverbs...

anything that stinks... and tries to say... here i am... so said


Saturday, October 11, 2003
five's about it... for some reason... sometimes six or four...

but five has a handle for pulling or lifting... five's all ready... five

minutes and a genius for going... five times every second... let

the form remind me... that the meal goes down... sweet in one gulp

but... bitter enough in five... all the experts agree... about five


meaning... the wilted stalk springs back once generosity prepares

a comfort... eyes spark a second... a big plan seems likely...

and more than likely... necessary... friendly... meaning every

kid takes a turn... and succeeds... once in a while... talking

about it... like a sailor who has seen... almost... everything


and bought it for yourself... as always... flipping your name

over... relaunching your feelings... and letting the river

take you farther this time... a series of problems we've all tackled...

like prose... at the bottom of the cup... you never stood

statuesque... you pushed the limit... for your health... you said


what the fly said... trapped... ungrateful... or puzzled...

so morning told the floor... and i returned your wishes

quickly... as what the fly said... went up and out...

believable futures... constant love... an error in the fifth


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