Friday, December 05, 2003
hit your sister then go to the dentist then walk home

in november or february while the sun goes down...

all reports are cracked binding... all whistling wind...

whatever happens turns out blue and green... white

means you never loved me... ink... i like ink...


even waking... they don't

see windows... can ignore rain...

in one brown shoe... one black... shave...

smoke... cough... in red crayon...

elastic horizons... 

send me...

i needed more than you... had




chocolate revised... and rising like telelphones in the air... angels

of a kind... peppermint justice descending... we are out

right now... but leave a message...
no one does... but

something always smells better... once The King departs


Thursday, December 04, 2003
organic invention... slows down my ridiculous... my impossibly...

ruinous... i mean... general enough... writing...


what stands for what... in a cold light... and becomes

a filter... every beautiful thing left out... only pixels now...


the kid stands for what happens... and i refuse it...

an organic temper... an aluminum president... saying...


say... a simple convergence... a simple one...

foot and path... professes simplicity... going forth

pleases your sensible spaces... look far off... a reed

in the moon... here's a nature piece... dark cars

slip from left to right... and right to left... unlike

a modernism... animals all busy... getting... somewhere


Wednesday, December 03, 2003
not as funny as a talking... or as wild... i forgot

to close the lid... and it... began to recite alphabets

we'd only dreamed... i mean... languages rotund... green

cabbage dialects... pronounced rapidly... in time... into

bigger hands than ours... sharp dumb phrases said

what comes from breathing... so much... every day


o... it's alright to say... something

pleasant... now and then...

a compliment... a heartfelt... un... ironical... compliment

pleases every good man and woman... and child


a version of the day is available... along

with your favorite word... tacked up

like the donkey's tail... to some barren patch

of wall... now that you've got their attention

everybody's staring... what is that hanging from your...


Tuesday, December 02, 2003
really no good... you know... desperate willies juggling copper


anyone comes into a situation like this with broken...

anyone forgets to unpack the most important...

anyone toughens up the winter... or cries...

anyone... believing in the yellow saints and the blue...

a sun... like anyone... vouching for weather dogs...


i like this wall... you pretend to lean casually... against

i sometimes lean there... too... when i'm ready to buy

the next big idea... it growls like a brown dog... i grin...

no... the rats... don't bother me at all...


Monday, December 01, 2003
universe of twinging moments... like a bad back day... errors

everywhere... in all the books... mistakes encrypted like

fossil bugs... brown former fliers... dry... stumped now

by the day... you just made... me... forget...


orphic...now... o... who today says "orphic"

when he means what the poem meant when it clipped

his tail... spurned his love... broke his attic fingers...

what means "going beatingly down the line"... what

revolution needs "this struggle to organize movement"...

in yr ear... stick it... in yr... ear...


your changes have been saved... slumber youth...

any darkness will do... and then... the rings fell

down around our ears... the praise the rain

scutters... into these open mouths... blue


Sunday, November 30, 2003
my process a rude discipline i go and i stop
when the words stop i invent more until
they stop or streak like actual windows then
my process goes wild and flat in the brush
where big animals grunt all night for red
metaphors and my process stops breathing
while they step around me white in the dark
and sweating my process owes god big time
just asleep and rolling over rolling over myself
the only casualty the only felon here... now


my angel argument continues when i see them

crossing against the light... without hands or

in cloudy pockets... probably speaking in math

or 17th century science... sending me this

large envelope... no escape for the kids

and the old know and they're busy in the middle...


frightened angels drop their books... run fast


my topics finally surrounded... i'm losing sleep and calling

myself out... forgetting one who is forgotten... emerges

like a blind worm from the cracker jack... who's in trouble...

you are... loser king... blinking waking standing... dumb

from the ears down... my topics finally all sold... at last i

have this appointment... listen to my belly... does it leap


Saturday, November 29, 2003
i meant snow... not the late news... or the president falling...

our politics believes in us... look... it wants more ketchup...

so now... we're reading about the amazon... fine

for the children... but we have oceans to swim... i mean

and the night is long... frightening... as an open door


this wasn't my life... stripped and swinging... branch...

winter after all... demands a ploy... try turning

yourself inside... out... the easy thing... the bleeding

goes on... after everyone leaves for the next show


tricks and thank you... we are going out looking...

come with us... to look... it will cost something...

what happened... to his voice... gone so flat

the new medication... the recent seizures... folded


here's no match no visual or verbal equivalent for the competition between green eating and touching a small swatch of lawn with your burnt tongue... everyone agrees and yet... everyone agrees... and yet the complete works are available for a price... someone had to give you a kiss... someone had to pretend that air forces a choice in among the muscles and mucosa... a diction in... not up to the task... adequate from the garden without flowers... to a feeling here and now... you see we're charting the flux of inner states... so called and yet... perfectly outer at dawn... i was not walking and saw a small rabbit next to a brown shrub... i was not walking but spinning under...

these straight lines combine to assault whatever we know


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