Friday, October 15, 2004
if about me. then never mind. if something

girdled like an orange. then participate. sun

taken out of the picture. moon dribbled in.

some sights shiver us for shame. for shame.


down. by. around. on. under. the river.

some bloody work be going on. justice.

unnamed urges. i've heard apples moan

like old tires. here's the thing we're for:

a good angle. an enormous here. now.


Thursday, October 14, 2004
as we make. the chorus jerks upward. craning

like necks. made plaster-faced and stupid bright.

the next batch. terrorizes with good intentions.

my heartlessness attaches all the bloody parts.

we go. we go. we go. so furious and articulate.


rendered. or tasty in small portions.

a flight of dead. and dying dinners.

tell me about our usefulness. i'm

grinning like an old bush. or tree.




Wednesday, October 13, 2004
so finally lost in the trees

pale as old meat. ghosts

and coyotes. beer. cans of

rain. singled me out for one

subscription to easy living.

so finally lost. i purchased

my moment. cash. snuggled up

to my own. brutish grand design.

slept like any thin scoundrel.


Tuesday, October 12, 2004
some of these. have an advantage. don't tell.

really flipped out. bad waffles all over. some

bear you out into the dry blue sky. odd pigeon.

no sun. but any old moon snort of romance.

some of these picked the vine. parlor winks.

stealing place from the genuine. touchy verb.


nurms and rundles. a party of thessants comes.

here i'm re-doing the paper. this pattern clashes.

my indifference finds it genome and snuggles in.

i've invited you over. but you just never do.


Monday, October 11, 2004
while so common with horses i'm grown.

however you cut it. a third of the whole

year looks like tree. my name there and

yours a little farther down. my unnatural

childhood. was a dancer's trance. in color.


quick so a flop in broad pants. or we stumbles

into some penance. like ice. ringing ears. mine.

ringing with everyone old on the line. confused.

waiting for the stinky dinner. they'll eat anyway.


Sunday, October 10, 2004
poetry took a bad turn. hurt me like

a metaphor. formerly real sad. deep

bruise. sure. plenty of blood too.

here. you never get it. boy.

thanks for that. black fountain.

be made of air. in the mean time.


converging to. guess we're smiling.

i'd come back from a detachment.

hairless and expectant. nobody there.

but the light struggle took me

to market. i mean. i mean. yours.

where i'm going. rootless. you know.


Saturday, October 09, 2004
i put my smallness on. a ledge and

pushed it like a leaf. it rose for


one part ticket one part door. one

in the dungeon just. a long black

hall. whose gully cries all night.

whose middle goes all wild. sad.


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