i am too asleepy... too blooming

i am too realizing and crafty...

beside the tall grasses... cooing

too sleepy and slept... over fins

i am going out... to pour stains

toward the dark sky... asleepy so
posted at 6:49 PM

strings... and said walls... no one wall

actual... cool in the face... resisting

merriment... and said wall... gone

farther than strings... let out slowly

across my lawn... my web has errors

on purpose and stunned... to know

my purpose has... come and gone

in the cool night... cabinet... sparks
posted at 6:44 PM

where did the saying go... where did the words...

and your fault showing... a simple line... all you wanted...

all that ever mattered to anyone...
posted at 6:10 PM

what tone... some regret... any sided...

you saw trees... i blinked and shivered
posted at 5:55 PM

you can pretend this is something... you shouldn't say

anything... this is not your life... these rights end here...

and we're expecting great things... onions and fear
posted at 5:53 PM

now losing something at a distance... i can still see you...

tops and bottoms... was it canasta... no casino... put all

the cards where they belong... i never really enjoyed...
posted at 5:50 PM

i told her not to do... the dishes i told her... not

to expect what's in there... hinted... took a thousand

guesses... she'll save herself... a lot of trouble...

both in out and of the lounge... library... kitchen... eyes

and thumbs full of goo... for eating and throwing
posted at 5:44 PM

geranium shirtsleeves majored in pouting... in outing...

jungle lines... trembling names... o Great Dionysus...

fetching blues... for your wild and sinful country

call us pencils... call us pierced and so...
posted at 10:11 AM

what head says whirling... lighted... those voices in the hall...

never make enough sense... i'd circle around pretending to drive

one more... o... i'm walking around... down the stairs on purpose

when you call... there's a phone for voices... why not a phone for...
posted at 10:04 AM

tired and hollow... we tried to connect our puzzlement

to the wind to the virtues to the genuine militia... we tried...

and posted extra letters... before they told us not to...

now our arms our eyes and ears yawn and celebrate

the day... we turned up flashing... riddles to the end
posted at 7:13 PM

more than enough stew for all the kids... and we're happy as panthers
posted at 9:31 AM

how many pizzas... should i order... would you dream it... please...

the game... your hard ball against a wall... a bright room slinks

across our lawn... what the wind says indoors... all versions of it
posted at 9:29 AM

but put your gum out for the night... a cold jar normally...

and flinty particulars... all numbed up by sad uncles and flurries...

believe it yourself... and go chew... just go... chew
posted at 10:54 PM

soon a buzz... from the next treeless hill... sends the soldiers home

to jesus... all their books empty ships now... candid clouds inching...
posted at 10:19 PM

a drumming... under mother... ganges... spins the last circle...

knowing nothing... at last... in our strange red hats... shoeless

we pray for good... tipping drums against themselves... humans

with no metaphors... have to dance while the smoke goes up
posted at 3:39 PM

o but this enormous prophet... drizzles figures down the wall...

i'm counting... i'm counting now... and it looks good for us...

we've got dreams coming true... soldiers coming home...

a loose dollar under the fridge... his finger writes us

happily into good sense... published and decorated
posted at 2:01 PM

before i go... a jump through barnyard tremors...

here the cockrel spans the black dog... a goose

controverts duck wisdom... before we forget...

breakfast was good... we shivered over eggs
posted at 1:58 PM

and if i forget you... this will be the sign of trying

to replace heat in the brain with... breath...

say this slowly and deliberately... count nothing...

say this with your fingers in your ears... a good dog

reasons with his nose... a virtuous pal...

with a tightly braided... secret... tune...
posted at 7:34 PM

esta noche... pretty good when the wind comes...

all sandy fingers and toes... don't let go... we got

too many geometric tunes... too much spleen

in the diamond gates... esta noche... you and me
posted at 11:04 AM

what yr doing down beggar way... tricks us into thinking

most conclusions blind us... everything going away

seems good enough for awhile... most days reason

from the beggar track... to the starry dynamo... we all

get a prize and a hearty hello... him in the odd hat...

him in the fast mile... she goes to fancy schools... i got

yr long lost headbook stuffed under my... smile
posted at 11:02 AM