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...


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