Friday, July 25, 2003
yellow in color looks wally... but in black and white... sting it

with your cunning eyes... turn it over... you'll find the papers

all in order... good for more crossing at the border...


remote... i sent a picture to myself... and shocked myself...

telling you this becomes me... improves my color... sets

me up for another successful gesture... hair will grow

someday from this site... a useful poetic spray of hair...


o so madness now... i will resemble a spark... and you

come have a danger... dance or hop... into the next word

it breaks madly at your touch... i was being frightened

under the bridge in the big storm... because the nazis

needed us... no not that movie... you know what happened next


pieced apart you know... sorted again... my history wiggles

away from... drinking wine i remember to drink some beer...

and it hurt when they pointed... at a feeling on my head...

let's find it... let's not be afraid... today


standing and swinging or... bending into terrific blue...

at his tune... a height... a sonnet won't run

out here... we are waiting for the next one...

you might be... somewhere on our mix list...

catch us talking for our health... going up... bird places


Thursday, July 24, 2003
or play let me play... if you stand for it... anyway

a good day's pounding have it... any play here

let me stand for it... without paying... without pay





quieter... inside a movie nobody sees anymore...

i was making sense after dinner until you said

just put me back where i'm happy... i see

now... the silver screen intimidates darkness... sure

it does but what were you thinking when... the folksinger

fell to his knees... and a tumbling silence happened


an art-clogged drain prepares us for life... as

a broken finger reminds us of important business

downtown... moving quickly now... an earnest musician

struggling with the morning's mess... enjoying coffee

and pretending... always pretending... to improvise

disaster... where there ain't none... i was saying


only ideas about falling... devoted nickels and pennies...

traffic sending us home early... because feathers

improve our vision... next to her stood a small man

in a grey bathrobe... as summarized by willem de kooning

in woman (the complete series)... picking ourselves up

accounts for much of the day... strange birds in the reeds


Wednesday, July 23, 2003
i will never talk to you... put me somewhere... i don't care

i have a head full of desire... and a heart of sharp ideas...

you have my picture... it's a face like mine... tell me

how much can you get for it... i am not me here you

understand a verbal posture as well as anyone... you

in fact are one too... singing in a tree...

just outside bangkok... and this is something like...


yes... i am pretending to be awake... and spelling simple words

poorly... this is a good dog... this cat sleeps all day... that boy...

has a bird in his head... i am a list of vestigial parts... but you

are my favorite guide to pronunciation... and travelling gets

me all gathered in... pieces easily separated... symbols coming


I say unto you: there is no beginning and we do not tremble, we are not sentimental. We are a furious Wind, tearing the dirty linen of clouds and prayers, preparing the great spectacle of disaster, fire, decomposition.

sit for the mud struggle... a portrait together... finally...

has fair green verses long gone... has four grey voices...

no new thing... blasted again and over again... buying

everything buying it all... and paying next to nothing...

what's a snarl when you got a haircut... you got no haircut

but saying's fine hairs... a noisy gabardine summer dog

back in the garbage again... and over again...


in some context... your hands trill like robins...

your eyes are bright swimmers ... these nets

improve sight... and strike the heart that knows...

he's showing... out of context we're all freaks...

my meanings go burnt brown... clumsy wrench

on the bungled bolt... stranded somewhere...

in context... a blade... leaning through ideas

of meat and wood... the virtuous life...


Tuesday, July 22, 2003
creepy enough... nothing was new... rattled on and on

about the same things... terror in underwear.... blankets...

dropping everything to exclaim... terrific stuff all this you wrote!

but when will it stop hurting, doc? o pretend...

you have both legs both eyes both arms... a boy again


all of this singing... a hymn to life... we thought

our words and lit their tails... set them running

into fields we never plowed... o metapherein...

all of this carried into the dirt... sundumb...

finally tossed into the sky and down again...

kids remember more because they live in waves


deep strata of cloth and something else down to bone

cornered by a glass eye... cut bloody... stumbled lightly

ready to eat... he said that hammered pot... let it sink

to history... mean enough... staggering... unbeautiful

eruption... take what you need... read the shards...

"even mean I'm dose led"...

drawn to appear sensible... when they come to see

a carefully wrought mechanical daydream... push them


Monday, July 21, 2003
small ways tripped us... gently reorganized by texture and heft

we remember trying each of seventeen nomadic operas...

we danced old gentlemen across busy intersections and

yodelled softly beside young walkers... it wasn't enough

to convince them of immortality's daily pace... goaded

by fame... o never mind... we hum our tiny anthem

to you... and your island aunts and uncles... friends all


bicycle has a way of moving around a barking dog...

unsettled by the new laws of time... everything

comes back to remind you... low air in the tires...

a description haunts us... how he said the sky

shivered... with a growl and sparked lights...

and slid from yesterday to thursday... braking

swerving a bit... around the logical potholes





hog windows... a line through town begins at the river...

we drew circles and stood in the center where no wind

could find us... for awhile... then walked out to whisper

through hog windows... where they kept the old ladies


no crowns this morning... a flock of wet grasses... a voice

thrown toward daylight and splotched with forgetting...

if you are coming to see us you'd better come soon...

these arguments are touching heart matters at last


Sunday, July 20, 2003
still it comes from nothing in the sunlight... look out... girls with sharp eyebrows will erase your heart... boys stand under streetlights... waiting for the next wild moment...

tell us one more time to behave ourselves


hordes below deck... on the plane only rude cliches...

and singing for the captain... he has ruined our day...

tell us another tale... the one where flight becomes

a stone in our passways... a bug in the eye...

only suspect... only detect... only resurrect...


it wasn't exactly a voice in my head... entrances and exits...

a believable routine... something worth a dance or a drink...

that helped us into dusk... and beyond... just lights

and names for the business of the day... repeating

predictable stories... loosens sore muscles...


hurried like a yellow stump... got bees all up in there...

she says take your time we got all day... i know says i

but the underside rusted out and the road shines through...

all of this comes back and back again... we thought some

justice had us by the hand... but we were mistaken





Saturday, July 19, 2003
nobody's looking... stop drifting... being so private

in public... assume an importance... by nature

we have hands and teeth... noses... for eating...

when i come to pick you up will you be ready...


seems a purple crown wishes it were the sun...

o walking

took us to the water... found redemption

at the riverside... saved for the evening...

a crust of bread... emphatic deliverance

from the sudden blues... gone down...

saved for the good times to come


when gentle farmers clap their hands the whole field rises up

swinging through the sun... calling out... jitterbug bopping...

as if little stevie had just blown a round on his harp... or

as if all electrical appliances had come on at once...

just before the power goes out... forever


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