Friday, June 20, 2003
remember to think in sentences... people like sentences


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


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






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