what sense there was... made us loud...

a laughing farther became a dramatic sleep...

blank books everywhere... and thrilling

while we talked ourselves into... focus
posted at 9:35 PM

young brother john... had eyes for a line...

corners and houses... all less believable

than excessive... blame me... he stood for choices

while deciding to forget... what drove the sky

delivered us from the next... question...
posted at 9:34 PM

what we meant in our big pants... struck

an aversion to love... nor an elusive... part

generously bent... away from it... sentimental

over the hypersexual... possibilities... yet

above reproach... as they say...

a dictionary in his plans... father frightened

the junior missionaries... always arriving...
posted at 9:34 PM

it will be quiet... now... for a few days...
posted at 11:24 PM

a fountain jumping in the heart...

i said it with my eye...

the day despise a busted man...

i saw it ain't no lie...
posted at 10:57 PM

what i told you ain't no lie...

what i saw was... true...

a fountain springs up in the heart...

and turns a... fella... blue...
posted at 10:53 PM

... out... from under... the drips

and out from under... the gray smile... of winning more

than anyone wanted... treated like a humdinger... a

whispy wolverine of a pocky machine... and erasing

fingers... eyes... tongues... finally from the scoring...

shouting something toward the shadows... like...

Hey... I Saw the Blues Walking... like a ...

or... Hey... Your Hoax is still Rifling... through my Pockets...

makes a shadow pause... makes a shadow ponder...

(all the white boys go.... do doo doo doo doo doo...)

posted at 11:29 AM

six hundred... fifteen thousand... one hundred...

an argument blends into an arrangement...

stifles departure... and meant

to carry us over to the next season...

what we wanted to say drifted off to the next field...

where the boys and girls are still counting
posted at 11:12 AM

grew up in a cave... literally... and came to america for the bathrooms...

and more ice cream... then helped to resolve the butcher's strike of '27...

expected to rise steadily... and grow like a powerful odor... named

in all the papers... and successful under the lights... many children

one wife... troubled by the unions... the first local bank... the moon...
posted at 9:35 AM

zone... some interference comes across the yard... busting over

into yellow weeds... who put it to work... this rowdy carnage

filtered through the zone... our ideas managed... here to say

this place fills our quota... now enough is known... o zone

of justice... o zone of minor accomodations... prepare...
posted at 9:26 AM