Friday, November 21, 2003
drive the pier... drive off the pier and turn it up...

your lovers take these chances... hoping straight off

that the sun's got the message... had it long... long...

hoping every kid's home by now... and said

the sunset's a cigar... and smoked it... all the way


my ordinary... hushes my ordinary... haste

juniper reckons... verses for... days and days

my sound... blushes my solid... waste


weren't you remarkable... handsome and perceptive...

a string of fish... metal fish and a cord... dangling

smartly by the river... the bleeding had stopped...

all clouds boxed... and shipped... for your busy eyes...

they worry about grades in college too... you know


Thursday, November 20, 2003
hurry, django... mama's in the car... the man say

we got to go... down a dark way... and the night

smell like trouble... and my brown shoes tired...

and tired feet... makes me sing... like you...


twenty-two by fifteen... severs the fibrous pulse...

we're standing around... making phrases while

subtraction bleeds... our token sayings... white...

somewhere a nervous man is counting texts...


these names falling... and finally buffalo wings... for jack...

dropping... whose name... arnold or... pete... sings

inside our pretending to know... what's over the border

with all hands clapping... prodigious and unctious...

i'm approving you... i'm approving you with my smile


Wednesday, November 19, 2003
unmarriageable and unforeseen... my project cried

out to the broken ones... hampered and scattered

by a fierce retirement and a withering tenderness...

and you... o you... fountain of indifference...

do you find us... astonished... in low light?



believe this option comes with a new razor
for closing... everyone is invited but few come...
home likes posters... and posterity clicks... on scandal

these remarks consist of a november crispness...
some time before christmas... intentionally cold
your expression betrays no preference for light


Tuesday, November 18, 2003
sometimes i get stuck inside my noun


sighted by the turning... the hymns blaze... resorting

to home... and finding what serves... an affliction's course...

talking... as if you meant it... three ways colder than

the choices... or letters stuffed with... approval...

you got it... and it framed your motion... then


surly as a surgeon... o that's good... fortunate

in our enemies... i told you... we pack carefully

and march... out... into... the troubling sand...

with everyone watching... and correcting...

worry about dinner... then say... no problem


Monday, November 17, 2003
all laughing... many many manys... pluralities...

while i pull a thread... how much did you need...

i sent what i could... and slept... you haven't

dissolved... so i guess the joke stuck...


too many rs... that's "ares"... suggest congestion

or disagreable lunch... problems with the boss...

clenching jaws... universal backing down... neither

fight... nor... flight... for you


new titles...


short heart minerals


blank redeemers


venison particulars


bleating corners dented edtions


just and malingering quotas


Sunday, November 16, 2003
a slap... a spoon... any day or an important talk...

you said... any day might pull itself... might... pull itself

over to the curb... and cry for no reason... behind the wheel...

and the hero gets lost... and can't find the book... he needs... and...


how can those boys... sing so high... they must be

fearless angels... or anarchists... with holes in their pockets


there was
storytellin


in the side aisles... on the counters... under pages and pages...

not far from the smoke... the heat... or in the creases...

the accidents... carefully set... beside windows and mirrors...

over all the mechanical stuttering... useful as new breath...

these recent inventions... wanderers... credible outlaws...


Saturday, November 15, 2003
so durable... we hoped the grand refusal... could sustain

us... for a week or so... but they wanted money... and

a kind of red vegetable we don't grow anymore...

classical music... two flavors in dry mouths

we pretended not to notice... and then... they insisted

we become authorities... take the final word... take charge


barely here... one foot... a whistling tooth... and patient

as a rock... for the shift to there... blending beige intentionally


i forgot... was i supposed to pretend... not to be here...

just this gauze... my tippet only tulle... breath

fogging the screen... how abandon my dinner... my meat


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