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Friday, June 20, 2003 if we had tried with
more care to unravel the stuttering regularities, we would have
seen that nothing becomes stronger or more full of light while
holding itself out like a camera and pretending to glare at the
world, to stare down the world... just alone... now we cancel
the day and call night forward to ask "who do you say i
am?" and we understand that the silence means we are forgiven hand over (this command)
the daydream carted from field to kitchen... we found wandering without you... urgent, considerate... a hole for us... filling today with crushed white stone (pretending is no more fun)... playing a harp from nowhere... these angels delight our ruins... bounding... over my reflection... and speaking sincerely... hinting... who loved Thursday, June 19, 2003 "i've been waiting here for oh so
long"... repeat a few times... strum your loud guitar... be unhappy as if... waiting were a sadness like glue unstuck or pennies under the bed... think... more modern... kid... in a fix hadn't you been writing
more... ain't you done... better than allergic reaction to bees... writing a string of... ears beads dribble... ain't you done soldiering yet... they want to know yr address... make them guess... under water under stump... look at them eyes along the road... blue blue grey... expecting a big surprise when the proof comes Wednesday, June 18, 2003 not so fast, alphonse... the green slopes
of evening carry day's glass down to water's edge... ok... another revelation.. there are no masts where boats believe in a spinning earth... so, dear alphonse, unsettle your failing song... tune up the river... the carbonated sky apply yourself to the
floor... look closely with us... we call for a more subtle bending over... noses and ears... what's down there... hurries away... there's no time... to count Tuesday, June 17, 2003 found... & just
facts which... is
strange. I can have a big soccer...
holding on for
the "social"
School of telling me it's...
what might
be called my sphere of interest...
found then... before it was too late... an old test... bully...
and horses alone cannot fully account for the whistling restriction... every sunday... all new heresies... have paid in full... making turns into holding breath... long and long... each day follows a blurted dream didn't you count
the finger first? didn't you ravel the string? won't the last pennies of day sing out over the gardens of horn? he sang... like a funny boy.. to the ceiling desks of busy men vibrate... thunder... it squeaks down here... at last Monday, June 16, 2003 take it... this order to take it... this
breath... is not paper... over... an actual lake... we made it... today... while everyone slept... you found us... accidentally making a new contraption... now take it precious... little...
thing... we... stomped... the... precious... little... thing... we... ate... it... look... lips... ache... good... now... we're... not... so... hungry hadn't ended so soon
then... falling down became a part of weather... not autumn but a grammatical swerve down toward some other ellipsis... not this one but a feeling so small you never noticed Sunday, June 15, 2003 standard deviation... never understood that if you knew me you'd like me... you'd link... call me up... get a new shirt... all these elephants have names... petronella, for instance... you'd like petronella's extravagant trunk... her sly smile... and there i'd be sitting atop... dreaming of light not a part of this
conversation... i said smartly... never smart enough... the other kids... shiny mirrors... hard problems... always talking edges... and falling farther than anyone cared... "called room service... said 'send up a room'"... i had mosquito teeth... never smart... lost in the soup... making edens alliterate best...
right after the soldiers have gone... a child comes out first... a missing cat... peace... many weeks later... clouds and birds... the usual broken toys... old unhappiness looking for something to do... today hesitates Saturday, June 14, 2003 a wrinkle in the oven... a cat in hand...
these proverbs stun us with their open eyes... the calm smile... so plainly
good for us... the front door... a firm handshake... an evening
by the fire... warn me next time... i'll bring my bible... some bitter taste suddenly...
at the back of your throat... reminds... no... complicates... a pattern you'd been talking about... we heard you... from the garden... a high wall here might frighten the neighbors... our reasons remain uncertain one had a grin... one
had a wink... we were climbing... cloud ridden... accumulating honors... a series of facts in chaps and spurs... when you called back to finish your phrase currently |