Friday, May 23, 2003
another imaginary line... turn away...

compels us to organize a false face...

remember... and advance toward

another imaginary line

less certain than a seam...

what do you need... fall here...

earth is soft all over



you have no rite to be sad...

a blind swivel to the left... a sudden

bow... everthing you touch

is beautiful enough... with a golden

center... an egg becomes you...

bend your notion into tiny

tunes... nobody cares... we've

painted more apples red... for you...

noon will dream you whole...

just stand aside and let it



Thursday, May 22, 2003
cast me out... on the waters

of your reasonable suspicion...

my motorcar running hot... my

metaphor stumbling to the side

of a depression-era building...

and you were calling to me...

"i mean it... but you can

keep the wig"... my subtlety

will not let me sleep... again

in your arms or under a thin

suburban tree... let me go...

this motorboat running low

up to night's hard window...

let me in, mr. morning...



Wednesday, May 21, 2003
on the street... i was looking

for some propane anaesthetic

... some gorgeous analgesic

...

what is this... why are you

plodding... because "the sun

is a ball of burning gas"...

because "you have to do

something" every day... run

circles... dust shelves...

what if that sun exploded...

and suddenly we spun out

into darkness... what if...

why are you chasing these

gnats no one ever catches...

a soul is a funny thing

to find in words... or

wrapped in brain goo...

in fiber of arms and legs

at work and rest... a soul

is like... a busted metaphor

... some fact



Tuesday, May 20, 2003
it wasn't much fun anymore... a chore... you said...

and still... these blankets flying out windows...

these buckets of sleepy fish... seem worthwhile

after all the other business... with lines and pages



fumble around... let us know what you find...

fingers are such a nuisance...

this one goes to market... gives us pure thought...

this one... strikes... old fire

for a new heresy... charred to

an inconspicuous soot... we'll paint

our skeptical mugs night-like... where

everyone comes loping toward dawn...

big mammals snuffling truth snoutishly

unfingered... and ready for school



Monday, May 19, 2003
bad poetry had ears like a cat until we clipped them off... then bad poetry had a nose that sniffled until we drugged it... then bad poetry laughed an embarassing laugh and coughed a few times... we pulled it from the fire at the last possible moment... it lived... but smoldered unpleasantly for a few weeks... o the stories we could tell about its feet...


a careful resignation... requires a flame

no brighter than theirs... put your fingers over

your empty spaces... hold back the breeze...

tell your children to gather quietly at twilight...

then begin... winter and summer trees alike

need sun... need water... so children...

i'll walk out this morning... and end

where the road takes me... now...

listen to your mother...



Sunday, May 18, 2003
assume yr at the center

then pull yrself

out to the edge

stay a day... many...

watch them busy

in their concentric haze

 

 

tell yrself the day

is good... still...

 

 

yr roughed up

"in the coarse of time"

the light touch

of the edge misled yr

days... they find you

now... rumpled worn

walled-eyed from

wondering out there

toward a new verge...

more the edge

than this...

still...

leave a light

when you shift away

again



no words came down through the gutters

no songs... but a tiny music... like stones...

like dust... preparing a blunder... an emergency

of tunes... so restless...

you'd think the walls were kids



Saturday, May 17, 2003
this time... double your chances... you get

a window... but you also get a door...

what's to be done... with the birds

and the foxes... the music and the words...

move around a bit... make some noise



how... thin strings... struck

in time... send you out... to birds

and bushes... lifting and falling... to africa

and mississippi... lift you down...

to creekside... dancing here...

all day shining... incognito



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