Friday, October 29, 2004
old fashioner. than a trail. the ice goes
tense as the truth goes lopsided. juniper
or was it pinon pine. we slid down sharp
pink stones to the creekbed. i was like.
Thursday, October 28, 2004
yeah. yr driven cattle. i'm a stutter of paradise
and shoulda stayed home. keep yr engine hot.
that way the geese can't poop it. that way it's
an assignment we'll have to braven out. a skit.
noodled by hungarian paprika. we set off
for the broken kingdom of. here. where i
knew you once. as a princess knows her
pea. slats and all. we set off like camels
over sand. like movies all sound and color.
toward the sparkling breathy darkness &
Wednesday, October 27, 2004
my twisted top's a cripple. bloody well done in
by nor'wester. sou'easter's intentional pudding.
found myself oozing language like a drunken.
personality needs. a filling blank for. a guess.
won't hurt the fish
to eat the sky but
hurry the blue wolf
rushes. a pointing
says the river went
hungry. gets to empty
all our finding
into red clay pots
Tuesday, October 26, 2004
who you meant to be. an article left over from a dream.
any preposition. you still smell pretty dry. you wrote a
list for. turning into a mystery. it came to you in pieces.
so i'm left inside. wholly lathered and ready to scrape
all yesterday. away. it makes some sense if you don't
cordelia's bad tooth on the lookout. alludes to hope
in the most desperate time. for instance. you vote
and wait. then the hard rain. the flood. so terrible.
and still a paternal ghost. yawning advice. will leer.
Monday, October 25, 2004
which greatness. of a play inserts. laughter most
appropriately. i said most. appropriately laughter.
justice none but a good laugh. well. over doom's.
Sunday, October 24, 2004
who digs in a flour pot. deep pain for roses.
whose migration calls us out early mornings.
i'm a lingering. fermentation troubling. hun.
little fat god calls us up. we go up like noon.
make it a plessure. a zorone vault in the globe.
what these tempers do. they measure our disease.
we're taking stock of the riverbed slander. goo.
aren't you coming back. aren't you going off to
cut the machine's white heart. broiled w/ lemon.
Saturday, October 23, 2004
hard. as harsh but not these leaves. a welcome.
on the television we can't see. no more ladies or
gentle. men collapsing in their collars. centuries
ago we meant. but now. a counting comes across
wherever the shush. cares to know a bunch.
and alleviates the vocab list. trampling dogs
one up one. down. just like an architectural
fillip. all eyes come to us. and we're worth it.
a tub. but witful on the inside. burning tree brain.
all of this is possible. take me. going like crayola
martians. but coming back once i get my wits right.
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