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
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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