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Friday, June 06, 2003 what if nothing happened
and we kept smiling... you'd have no excuse to cut off your thumb... plant it with the dead tulips and hope... for night... nothing makes you happy today... so upend your catastrophe... or sit still... worry about history... it's a sure thing careless love... we
won't talk about it... we are a fiction... this room holds one... big enough for thousands... a coffee
cup... which in code means the sun is almost down... the day has
been chilly... more of the same tomorrow Thursday, June 05, 2003 you don't want to meet
them... let them stand off drinking coffee or beer... on better days... they sniggled like gods toward thirty-six inches of truth... no hurry... they will not pose for you... but they will pose... and in posing undo a hundred and twenty-two secret pages of rich dark poor bright things... we all have to figure
out who we are in the presence of other people...we're not just
who we are when we are alone... you word things in an odd way...
o... well... let sunny pollen crack us up... one world belongs
to losers like us... and the others get damp spots behind the
counter... spring belongs to the becomers the forgetters the
corporals... downstairs Wednesday, June 04, 2003 c... h... u... no... c... h... i... l... d... child... yes... your fingers red and yellow... your mouth blue and sticky... it wants to play... whatthehell... heck... it chases a picture in your head... a tall woman... a long fuzzy coat... smells like rooms of old people... it turns off the window and buries a doll in your hat... time is up... right... now as quick... as... spelling stumbles out from under the cupboard... so does the bee verify a flower's snout... so does my thumb count one... under cover the night cat's eyes... take this pattern to review while you eat lunch... take a class on there and their while they're fishing for german novels... nothing funny about that... this calls you out from under the hawthorne tree... sticklers in your funny hair... spelling roughly... the next pronoun Tuesday, June 03, 2003 slender chance... a bite in the morning... a little something at noon... now we're all national monuments... lightning... the poles have come to see... cigarettes burning at the end of their broomstick arms... eyes curved in towards history... hunger for more life tomorrow... and better... taking turns at the baby dance... who steps first... toward knowing Monday, June 02, 2003 oops... said garcia lorca... this fruit has
been gored by the moon... again... no... said the prince regent... ants misbehave like that... sometimes... we shall see... said the poet standing in his own blood... suddenly walls appear... it is the play of a thousand prophecies you tell me in a whisper... no one has to know trying too hard...
thinking turns something into less... now... revenge... there's a thought... but on whom... the sailor with grey eyes... the bleeding child... the door... that took you by surprise... stop expanding... settle down by this fire hydrant... come away with me... go away... now... we have something to say i won't ask you to
dance... pretend you are asleep... i'll write your name in volatile ink... be a fogbank in the low field... let earthworms dance in your steam light... i'll shift toward the sun... stitch your name to morning Sunday, June 01, 2003 jack writes... who has done this to my heart... can you tell me... allen... are you my angel... some of us were looking... some of us were afraid to look... the going away was all we knew... the going had teeth the staying lacked... and yet... here are the tulips the books the tiny red bugs a cat and coffee the going away again second by second... what his heart knew in its thump... don't be so sad Saturday, May 31, 2003 you are afraid of trees and the voices dropping so much bigger stand away from the bark the pernicious shadows and light become a stone so simple you only
had to call once and the air would open and out would walk a marmoset or a new book you love and the sky has more to give and the rain verges on silly jokes and party tricks we're having our picture taken open the window can that bird smile let's have... a vision back to finish your phrase currently  |