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Friday, January 16, 2004 was trying to undermine... whatever
came with cracker jack... a post in the farthest desert... or an eagle's beak... toasted belief like a good slice of pumpernickel... trying to harry a selfish comfort... in broken things... breaking them again o i'm sorry...
who yodels in the hallway... not a football cheer... an enthusiasm for play... michael must show more self-restraint... it's what makes us... made... in our polite routine... i voted for you when no one knew you... an icy excellence in his smile... a gleam... as if
everything could be talked... v. woolf... and then the spaces between everything... and their spaces... talked... it's a rude calculus... that counts and then buries us... having an itch that needs knotting... a foreign story... spelled in a trance Thursday, January 15, 2004 a mockery... a folding yesery noery...
compact as an egg i was an intransigent caballero... for the first time... rounding black stone rock... with the elements of poetry on my tail... i sent them my water... i sang them my vertical frame... as we tumbled for silence under the blood-steady sky... hola... the
sun rising stumps him... carriage corpse... a heavenly whiteness that explains... something... as basic as getting from there... to here where everything that matters is... happening... smoking the seventh dream of oaks and elms... over again what can
be done in such short time... a twisted... patriarch calls the waters home... and they do... what can be done... returning the key... relieves a heavy problem... now... it is done... grasshopper Wednesday, January 14, 2004 annexed and underserved... our
choices draw fire... an army of small pleasures comes down to obscure a necessary labor... we want more than a minimal joy... our errands rekindle an extravagant lust... a pretending to be... a delicate reservation... posing our negligible weight in the morning's... rude light i wasn't
asking you for anything... i was coughing... but if you want... i'll take what you've got... these modern lessons are so... systematic... and inexpensive... with eyes closed... arguably
the brother appends an urge... or something eternal... keeps the back pages churning and worthy... a surprising dinner... no one expected the veal or the wine... see if you can kick the waiter... smoke the cake Tuesday, January 13, 2004 no friend of words... not
in the usual sense... he learned a formula... from a city... he remembered to change socks every day... move when the bell rings... dogs and birds... huddled around his wordless exhaust... the Great
Man's net hangs on the wall... deliberating... dry... from the ocean's place... sated with good times... sated... read a large stone hole... into the subtle grid... we bought the poster... but forgot the frame... not so successful with the seppuku... and here... very nice cards to send... simple things Monday, January 12, 2004 orifice and portrait on an urgent
theme... a long display... and we stopped looking... colored ranges... a scooped eye and we were ready to go... next time we'll bring our teeth even the
odd thing goes in... you have to assemble it... a terrible light a dull light... always underestimates you... thinking this is so wise and useful... you burn it somewhere... into a desk or an arm... because remembering needs a victim... my sacrificial soupcan... my pen... for instance dressing...
i have to go... it's offline and contaminated by painty fingers... dressing quickly because the... cat overslept... we're short today... maybe... four feet... yor in
trubble... catch my line and pull me in... then... a bright hall starts a cough... then snow too... dreaming nothing over and over again... every night an empty bucket... empty bucket... no hole... just empty Sunday, January 11, 2004 couldn't you tremble the puppets
a bit... when i enter... they look too distant... far-off drummers dreaming lunch... couldn't you rattle their tongues... stammer them here like good questions... posed for the mystery i make... actually
violence... hundreds of oboes... skeletal pianos wonder where our fingers went... organs listening... but i cracked it... culled a heap of green matter there... any old string and a coffee mug... slash of red paint... how does the surface work... what does it say... tell him
to kneel down... tell him to kneel and pray for his sins... he's a sinner... and he'd better pray for the salvation the good lord just might not send... and i mean this... i mean it... look... this is serious lots of dolphins
or those manatees... slurping around... as if we lived in water... we have ideas and then we don't... boulders knocked... we let them in... buried them deep... here we aren't... in this spot... where we are... or say so Saturday, January 10, 2004 there in east timor honking cars slam us we ran them down in east timor twenty-seven times now a parcel arrives glowing or smiling from east timor arranging an accident for silence we eat fish and play in east timor we pray maybe next
time i'll let it go to the machine... whatever they want they never get it... toppled last night... tomorrow night... forever... o... you should never say forever... and o... you should never say o... tumbled and toppled... o... into the machine o never forever... you should get it... next time something
like wine... or a verse up the rungs of pleasant time... these are the wandering thomases... they irk you... back to finish your phrase currently  |