Friday, September 05, 2003
Well kick my butt... help me up... my sacred fingers...

an apparition today... made uppity by treebugs... shaking

in the earholes... and constitutionally unable to say

a single simple thing



Why would Anyone... care to... Read... into the Forest

Grown out like Fingernails Hair Yellow Grass...

a Dropsical grin... the Chessy cat thinks he knows

but Doesn't... really
... Was this ever a Well-Kept secret?


The syndrome... called me Precocious... left me in neutral...

beside Morning's curve... i Mean... when the Capital calls

you do Something... unnecessarily prompt... your Friends

coalesce around their Quoted Windows... newshounds stretch

and Growl... marching out into Day like newborn Sons


Thursday, September 04, 2003
lessing arrives with a Smile... touring the Wreck Made...

for lessing... this Counts... a Bonus... piling up

Credit... lessing moves toward Marriage... a blue idea

finally Accomplished... sliding like an Orphan...

homeward... past the next Crazy War


i stood inside for awhile... waiting please... for the reasons...

or for another term... that blank world... let me in sometimes...

it felt like sleepless time... or a moment without complaint...

the cloud rising up from a new gospel song... o figure... go


a Fresh New Instrument... for the Dental Arsenal...

all these Dawns... these Accusations!


Look a Key... and so Stepping Forward...

to Take the Prize... your Sullen Approval


Wednesday, September 03, 2003
pleased to be... among the inessential harrumphs...

hung from the last string... unsnipped... unnoticed

until it stood up... a caustic gas for eyes

everywhere... an unambitious leap to practice

a long-term forgetfulness... where standing counts


not yellow but hovering beside a rowdy sun...

all the way home we laughed at the president...

hurry... there's no mayonaisse...

not red but slipping from my fingers...

that kind of world... where inches become flowers...

break it open... everyone rushes to the exits...

not blue... not blue at all...


Tuesday, September 02, 2003
an off day made me reconsider what had drowned around me...

i said and said until nothing floated... missing you...

finally... we'd taken much... frowned gravely...

in the office they wouldn't push... a waste of everyone's

time... now i can see we should have written more


if it becomes... once the light turns... becomes

the point... then quit... a far field... had us...

not knowing but going... we walked into fog...

quoting poets we read on the sports page... found

in the cracks of a few... sad jobs... and we jumped


complete control turns us around now... and i for one

understand what you meant... great homer's ghost...

you took us for granted... all the babbling came down

to not trying so hard... not wanting to... seem so sincere


we'll start... in ninety seconds... a trumpet has

all the holes.... and we need a crown.... blinking

seeing double-quick... your green ghosts

are sleeping... we'll start pretty soon... and sooner

wanting success... and a friend beside us


Monday, September 01, 2003
i'm in song... it's traditional... and collapsing nearby...

but the subject... trembles... like looking too hard...

in song i'm stuffed... red amples... had love

never known it... simply... said... toward the wall

my complaint has you falling earnestly... now dreaming


nobody knows what happened... to formica...

nobody ever knows... the rule


marked and sorry... walked away... said

gee, the sky looks smart today...

under something... water goes... like

pretty polished tremors... say...


can you for once give up the lines... a ploy

to convince no one... that yr modern enough...

unsingable lines... without artsong credentials...

lines... sizzling to waukegan... taking no chances...

in a book... yr theory went blue... and coughed blood


Sunday, August 31, 2003
you can't do much by saying everything

comes forward when at last the book

sits still and the phone sits still

timing yourself around the bottle

making an impression while smashing

figurines of breath... holding on... and all


and sit in the middle... this tradition... whose fire

don't care what you got... hurry up, will

says the twenty-eight pound kid... singed hair

on the little finger... coughing now... in the middle

of a uniform translation... kneeling where appropriate


what the italian said... at lunch... we're at our best

over lunch... and smiling means it... smiling

brings us where we need to go... this salad

is great... you mean the world to me...

is that yellow cab grinning... yes... at our

splendid lunch... practicing for the return...

of an appalling past... spectral... and sly


joint rivers... a stormy history...

and we'd better not forget... the underside

whickers down further... black books without any hero

quarrel in history... bad brothers come

to a bad end... now let me hold that for you


Saturday, August 30, 2003
with a vengeance... and rudely.. with a vengeance

pronouncing difficulty... a snowball... a rage...

you think it... so... you think it so... a vengeance


in... a driven

rhesus time... a cavern blunder...

lets us... and... lets us... again

evolve... far enough...

to gold... a power for... slipping off

so... likely... into all our chances...





up certainly... or tumbler in a sofa... we'll arrange

the garage... toward a winter thrashing... bikes here

secrets there... only the appropriate... severe shaking

mars the scheme... up certainly... in a slender can


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