Friday, December 19, 2003
she wants justice.... a condition where everyone finally knows...

and loves her... because she was beautiful... because she's been hurt...

or... because... her punctuation is biological... she never stops

wanting anything... but will always... find several internal

characters
... she tells me now... you should count... every one

of them... you'll see... some are missing... the most beautiful ones



a sea of them coming here.... how many how many... a sea...

yes in the daylight... say yes in the night... a bundle

falls to the street... a bundle of sayings... with mouths still attached...

a sea of them coming... remember the shattered hull...

arms full of literal fire... burning for them all... burning for the sea


every object in the photo is patient... there's nowhere to go...

this projection delays thought... ideas exhale slowly...

and the doctor cares... very much... o he cares so much...

putting a pencil in the picture... wakes up the paper


i felt like a dreadful person... my pages in scraps...

simple clouds... assertive... for contemplation...

take me... only dust-red... vile and burnished

hearts stuck to walls... a children's tale... read

backwards... i felt like an excellent person...


Thursday, December 18, 2003
Cut A... citing all manner of geological causes...

a freedom looking... deeper... then various dances

melancholic... sanguine... some slow quick spinning...

for service under pressure... imaginable... here... Cut B


a writ... an indictment... and yet...

this is not a topical poem... pronounced

by a band of putti... flyspeck trumpets blurt...

a thought we had... at the end of an open palm...

resilient... beaten free... flown curling... plain


Wednesday, December 17, 2003
ex-magical... in these temples a frond... a slender

something tickles... and they laugh a painless

path through meanings nobody understood...

as here where the wind blows... and cold fingers

recognize their responsibility... their jolly gravity


no ideas this year... the weather makes us heavy... so

any house flashes dull and thick... well-lit... these emotions

sought out and rescued the enemy... longer lines in the coming year

are certain as political restiveness teases out the search... a happiness

conditioned by losing... whatever you've said we've forgotten by now...

joy relates to us on an ominous plane... put thunder where the summer goes


Tuesday, December 16, 2003
made a sleeping child... but under stress the wheels wobble...

inventing or painting... makes me plenty nervous... a trial

for the junior partner... a lasso for the captains of scorn...

coming home to see... coming back from the bitter test...

these have been selected and ordered by volume...

and we approve the ear... the prayer... the odor of...


bigger santas... more sincerity... more chewing...


hard candy
hard candy...

any subliminal joke sends a subtle punch

to the dream furnace... the fog broiler...

a plume of judicious... wistfulness...

rises from the page of nouns and... adjectives


Monday, December 15, 2003
start with a noun here...

see its bludgeon fall

on your soft tissue...

a man, after all, can

be too gentle
...


anyway... you'll go and go without the scotch...

at last a preposterous sobriety... a recognizable theme...


massing on these borders... we doubted any sense

that came to us... broken bearers... a fractured time we had

of it... floppy and earnest... truly truly sincerely... shopping

had it all... shopping for a new edge... over which hillock

stumbling minions clip their pinions... dream a cold wind


Sunday, December 14, 2003
bad hours kind of gore you... like a pillow full of blood

and your hands are full of... like... you know... bad french

twine... organical... sentences misaligned... frozen...

syntactically plastered... in these bad minutes... all over

your pale, pale cheeks and orphic brow...


my goodness... and looses a torrent... a trickle

a rivulet of sunny oblivion... over our municipality...

where we sit... each... happily deaf to the flowering

non sequitur... muzzled... rabid mutts...

lingering over our mythology... our limitless handicraft


Saturday, December 13, 2003
and here where i come eye to glass... with

the limit... a gonna be ready... for the book

the discussion the harper's weary thumb...

a gonna stand tall... with a face like a grotto

to see or say... nerves of a benched egg...

say... everybody's here happy grown...


or i wonder who you are... a blunder at evening or

i wonder... what explains your portrait... with three

green bananas and a lego pen... one must have

a mind of theory... to appreciate your subtle jaunt


what i expected... sweet marjoram... came bundled...

rough toothpicks and... this news... prevented

any funny stuff from leaking through... everyone

accomplishes a bloody greatness
... in time


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