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Saturday, February 22, 2003
take it apart... get under the hood...
unplug it first... learn one thing or another... here in the rockies eagles look like falling down... like running up... jump... to this hidden world this is where my madness went... and yours? a disappointment in the mirror you can tell always happy to have more words to have enough to say... but never adequate... shut up when the doctor comes make something up... a cramp abandon disjunctive syntax comb your hair (remember) wash your face decide... remember: there is no punctuation in heaven come bright day tomorrow... set us up straight... we'll crane our necks to catch the farthest light... from this rented room with lines of mad voices on the walls... strings or wires from the bed to the windows... yellow blue... don't look back come bright night tomorrow... alone under the brown leaf of prayer tear us up... tear us happy ones... ragged strips of understanding enough completing enough... give us more time give us more money... come bright i didn't know how much it meant to have a garden in the city where you live under wraps... in a room made frightening... a mediocrity... made of your hollow shyness but now i know... now i know enough a season of dirt and water maps of old countries lost or in flames tells you enough about the past... it can be your future too puppet allegiance blind and footless here again after the sun what are you looking for you cannot have my fingers you cannot have my tongue... take this instead this funny page... stricken... this grin i never gave before march us out into wet fields where this old root grows in greasy mud my hands think you have come... break a window for me tonight no one pulls out from under this stone all of us push words... heavy boxes... to day... along the floor
nothing comes of it then give me a flower... a tulip... that will be enough...
give up and get out through the window... break it if you must Friday, February 21, 2003
a book left out... five or six weeks... maybe a year or more... turns into a hard memory... gray leaves gutter junk... shining wet fossil life... squirrel balm... crow text... a lesson for the sky word block word and wood tell them no secrets just an x in the cupboard a think in bowls of old water colder in morning than anywhen a noose in your blankets so tight around thought the wind stops talking starts turning into stone and light and everyone jumps up happy enough to pave the sun willing at any rate yes exactly this... it understood his timidity... a thousand extra puppets... dangling where once a proud hero stood... call the papers... everyone is astonished... plug it in... outlets everywhere... gaping... hungry... nobody left behind... in this new world Thursday, February 20, 2003
it was long ago... nothing was made of paper then accused of... a... dances like an automobile makes of forest... his maiden rescued... ...and lacks a fire in the rain rooms of kids... as we call them... you can have an entire life of... rooms and kids... as they say... doing what needs to be... done a boat, sire... dress like a dog "in a sullen town" explain this clock... and stop... thinking... about... words... traitors all... insult noble minds Wednesday, February 19, 2003
...had some notion that pronouns are keys for necessary doors... gotta have them doors... or... it's just walls... everywhere... nothing but walls... and plenty of cells ...or just one grammar gone to hell... what... don't try to read it... ain't got no sense... for them with numbered eyeballs... see... we can all count... but... that's not even close to the point that empty air called silent can't be his happiness that o behind his wilderness if i tell him to forget about it i got better things to do Tuesday, February 18, 2003
and this pace... he says... you can't hang around making poems all day... nobody's here... well maybe one or two... there's a world... what's in it... what's in it... not a thing who said they was pomes anyway... huh? no other other... no other no one but someone typing... a blizzard out east... a fire... somebody's catastrophe... a new tie... old shoes... op-ed advice... let's keep the blood inside where it belongs, ok? an exception rings us up... let's have some coffee... i don't care... what the doctor says... let yr heart have its way... it will... you know... it will Monday, February 17, 2003
intended to... kind of leaning into the wind you brought... always saying we had other plans... like whistling... or settling our ashes under... trees... locust or blue spruce... just like you to bring up the willow... unfound... just as well... all frogs jump when they must... did i tell you about the girl who fell... and we could get on with our shopping the complicated part... you understand... the house over there... the raging river... no bridge ... simple enough help... i love this blogger... but i'm
having big trouble... setting up the archives... if you know how blogger stuff works... please contact me with help... or commiseration via brtom.org ... scroll down to the mail form... speak... please not so perfect... send your hopeless bicycles
back... if we push a little harder we'll not regret a thing... i know it's difficult... trees have more fun... if only... find the window... the door... and then two birds.... flight... Sunday, February 16, 2003
if you don't get what you need from the
letter carrier look at the eyes... in the eyes... we say... you'll never ... ordinarily you will notice footprints... in the snow... no cross in the heel... a simple rubber tide ripple excuse me... you had no right to open... but i took it from them... and they paid me for it... paid me well.. if you have to know... and so... everyone wins... everyone wins every time... alone there in the corner... a book looks so helpless not an elephant has to... not a spider wants to... i had already taken the boxes from the car when you... they mean to turn us into something better... they are wrong... as usual "Tom is using his imagination,
and having fun, but Huck is bein irrational, and trying to look
at it logically." you got it... sophomores rock... it's nothing... not so important don't worry about... just pretend you are still asleep... in a place where the meanings are broken clocks... and the windows... drawers and doors are closed... but not locked
it makes a kind of sense to sew fingers on feet some roads are already washed out... like that time you... called me a... and changed me forever saying goes far enough... then... he breaks into... song-like typing... take me to the bridge... take me traffic... where the lights are... everyone knows yr pretending... a list Saturday, February 15, 2003
we were all very happy when the archduke
arrived. we danced away our sadness and... complained no more about dry skin ... or ... dust... we were grateful for the many sacrifices of our brave soldiers. mustn't unlock it too... far... appreciate the ice... in puddles... i mean... everyone had something to say... will let you know when it's safe woke me up when you stumbled in... made me think of a... i was dreamed out of the twilight to re-write everything you gave me now summon got a line... o i forgot you don't eat those things... but if you did it would hey who said that who said everyone must pay when they come up to the cashier who said it so sad and funny like older tells nor couldn't under blunder o so you think it was easy rust in think gets a throat... finally... got it... good unplayer comes back with a cold no c ussin ghere n ocus singh ere no cussing here ... you got the right idear kiddo ... now make it yr own any map will do... this one has pleasant
numbers... legible street names... bardolphin court... mercussion lane... elioptyris boulevard... no one lives in that box... you can... have it warming up ... they call it... i... call it... let's go around back and... find the owner... she'll give us the keys... so... so... what you want to do? this is just a test... it's all just a test... you won't do so well... but... then... who does... sang anything that came... to mind the smaller bits... have all got puckers in them have all got weasels back there looking like the end... of your winter trip... everyone gets a winter trip... on the second turn take a minute to remember what you had before you began to forget a hand full of crackers three or four impossible sweaters a pencil and a masonry nail now forget it let it all hey! it's a new day back to finish your phrase currently  |