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...
perverse refusal to mean... our hero...

dances like an automobile
staples gray leaves to each finger...

makes of forest... his maiden rescued...
his white horse...

...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
has a shakey dollar in it

if i tell him to forget about it
he calls me a bum

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...
she did... but she was found...
a trail of sound... her cries...
led help to her...
as luck would have it

and we could get on with our shopping



the complicated part... you understand...

the house over there...

the raging river... no bridge

... simple enough



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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...
frozen over...

like that time you... called me a...
bad poet...

and changed me forever



saying goes far enough... then...
he breaks into... song-like
typing...

take me to the bridge... take me
under... the...

traffic... where the lights are...

everyone knows yr pretending...
to be inside ...

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...
so i...

will let you know when it's safe
to try again


 

woke me up when you stumbled in...

made me think of a...

i was dreamed out of the twilight
so ... cloudy and cool ... had...

to re-write everything you gave me
...
like this... try it again


 

now summon got a line...
o i forgot you don't eat those things...

but if you did it would
slipperize yr gizzard

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
as a typist
derails
what you thought you had
sent along nicely

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...
once the windows go


 

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
go home

hey! it's a new day
a brand new number for the kids


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