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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...
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 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 back to finish your phrase currently  |