Friday, June 06, 2003
excuse the gnat... it's bound to beauty


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
i will set this here and you tell me what you see


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
a joke a pome the talk the robin song the thought
a silence one thing turning into something else

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



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