Friday, September 26, 2003
for dinner tonight... we're getting lost... speaking french or

italian... having light or darkness... and always losing it...

always losing ourselves... over dessert


what the ground said and the rain

guessing tomorrow... allied to death

or pretending to stretch into light...

my piano stopped breathing... took

history for granted and married a

water nymph... not so useful until

you turn them inside out... and even

then... not so... like dry fingers on a page

they're looking up to the next one... some

adventure charted... going on despite

bad weather... or a presidential edict


how big a laugh... reaches through the drums... everybody jumps

but not simultaneously... or all the words pile up because...

we couldn't master the instrument... cutting it up...

and... ready for the slow... dance


Thursday, September 25, 2003
stupidity... well that says enough doesn't it... i was going

to expand... but the room's not big enough... i was sharpening

my knives... but remembered the smell off the page... when

they cut him open... and the bishop had not stopped... just then


or serious enough in the back we said... there's something to see...

look it has no nose... o look it's a fallen... lute... plunging tunefully

past our banal inscriptions... we had to go see.. and it yawned for us


BAN

BO

NED
OKS

100



yesterday they meant a church... sounded like a vision...

when there's no i... no one saying... it all goes heavenward...

transcendental at least from one point of view... didn't

know what it was saying... duke's fingers on the keys made

a mixed unhappiness richer... then read it over... read it good

to the last page... no i flew to a higher branch... reading



Wednesday, September 24, 2003
some neil young in the morning... versions of life worth

something... and our clothing with spangles... an idea

towards freedom... still in uniform... a portrait of the land

stretched to a limit... we're all in it... hoping and sleeping


what you call... tired or a bit weary... who talks

like this inside a room... so trembling jumping down

from the day... it happened goodly... i stood up...

you watched from the tower of thought... you sent

a bouquet... for this goodly day... all jumping still


bunt and call it... bunt and open it... bunt

as if your eyes bled fire... your tongue ponderous...

what the selection suggested... a new day at last


Tuesday, September 23, 2003
"who will sit in a corner autistically counting sand grains"

my arms under water... going horses... going through tunnels...

others leaving horses... and in one or two places... they believe

in orange winters... like going horses... or Arabia of edges...

my corner goes... horses and northern kings... eggs for one


or fun... more happiness... a fortunate whackiness... Let's

Go... look at the grouse!... and other exclamations sub luna...

actually frying chicken parts... and eating them... for laughs

We are logically embroidered... judiciously matched... We

are wearing bloody red vestments... under these perforations


wait it's happening here... a colossal refutation... a fortunate blue

grin... this was the day our qualms walked away... turned left...

headed south... no more calendar chairs... a long sufficient early

humor... don't give in... don't wear that shirt today...


Monday, September 22, 2003
so this machine relaxes... when you get home... it stills

a gear... a vibration... how about another cup of coffee...

yikes... goes the television... a whispering woman... now


in hand finally i got it... and stood for a still moment...

this prejudice... this copycat wanders nights...

while i sleep... out in the morning we've got only

eyes like tiny white flowers... that should not be

blooming so late... in hand... understood and active


Sunday, September 21, 2003
taken... seriously taken... one small yellow note

stuck to the top of a larger yellow note... unread

as a silver vase... there... see... you knew you

could... a thin slice of victoriana... taken seriously


thought had to send... an arm for teaching older students...

yes we now take visa and mastercard... or ugly things...

this sounded... it sounded... so pretty... when he said it...


an edge set loose... a long improvement cuddling hope...

a winged thing more blue than brown... energy listening...

a refusal to step on the toad... all of this mesmerizes fact

and gels attention while others skate unctiously here...

"that they move independently when set free...

is the mark of their... value"
... wcw said then...


mere sentimental like and as you said heroical slashing

what i said just forgotten under water... this is called

poetics i confused myself when the rock split open and

gas come up for vision... i was standing inside out...

trying hard not to simile... a sentimental jerk bound

pastward looking for a pretty picture to take to make

your approval now requires... a different approach...

i'll think harder read more puzzling... sentences...

for starters... and called you up without your name

slanted toward any like or as...and yet it lingers

in the verb we need... or fending off the mob alone

forget to end with a frightful saying... ducking...


Saturday, September 20, 2003
when is it time when is it... when it will go... when it says

here we are... a losing moment... falling off when it studies

eating... dancing... when a prayer earns ten bucks... i

knew it had a clock... and here we are counting... to ten


undone and yet complete enough... the arrow... the committee...

turns its back on the versions... reminds itself of other gardens...

once we were winter tulips... once a feathered grey bud...

condensed and derided... any fingers might indicate... yawning

how one of our own... settled and vanished in the oyster bar





surely basted... for good... under my eyes... with enough sense

to cover any drippage... you've got turgid ears... i've got money...

a little money... i've got alleys in my eyes... the dumpsters

overflowing with beautiful harangues... malingering smoke


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