Friday, November 26, 2004
my martyrs as geese. flopping in the yard.
put me in their place. stuffed in all propriety.
i was reading an obscure book. it put me
thickly down the gutter. i was rushing in
and out for rain. and flying. a good jewish
boy. i dreamed i was. hatching and hooting
a garden's worth. dreamed a store a fire.
refusing to put my money down. stoned
by children at the service desk. returns.
Wednesday, November 24, 2004
on it as. from a private book. or swampy guess.
on it as organdy wishes in port for a storm. in
local bellies in zoos. we're fine on it as. oafs.
Tuesday, November 23, 2004
a jar. this holds madness. back.
i'm the ritual cupboard. legs and
arms. insupportable dance of is.
come round again. honey. come.
this couple stands for traffic. in a gloom
i'm scratching yr name. in a stone. calling
you sylvester. for the quick transport of
bugs. opening and decomposing loss. i'm
my own approaching. my own as past water.
this big rock is a lamp unto. dark
like a clump a cave lights night.
a shudder sounds me out a god.
finally in yr red dogma i can see
our ridiculous solidity. a moon in
mud. catch me turning back as a
Monday, November 22, 2004
maybe. if you say it. uncles have it.
wind as deep. in my regular shoes.
three brown inches. then a leap.
a part. in the middle of the store.
something flew apart. was a tree.
Sunday, November 21, 2004
an incoherence of vowels. and consonants gets me going.
tell me aardvarks laking juices. stuffers and pokes. you get
used to flinging wallward. sympathetics. but i'm a rowing
out past the farthers. where you'll find us kiss us. no bet.
i'm purling. and overt
as a door comes. up
the next winter's so
blue for us. teach it
to wish. on my news.
i'm telling you plain
true things. showing
far as speaking goes you. heard me fall
to silences. unnatural. not uncommon. i
wasn't around when you said. my book
is coming out in the spring. you'll see its
dear bulge and want a copy. but there's
only one. i said it out. over again. as free
Saturday, November 20, 2004
my ancedote comes in any number of words. you might like
this rolling syntax, no. you might approve it with stamps of
gold. here comes my anecdote. it's not a bitter one kind of
sweet actually if you read it slowly. am i making sense now.
here i am with lightning. here i am rearranging coyotes at
dawn. here comes the next set of papers. there she goes.
i'm a rift in any moment. put me here. something starts to
asking is a usefullness. pulls it from
the bottoms we meant. that's a hard
corridor. scuttled as all good. ships.
way down in. the lightlorn seeming.
do mourning. lost uses. believing in saints
breaks the connection. when i was listening
so hard. do banners of calendar smirks. far
gone. sour blue tanks of monthly. doing it.
on the red track we misremembered as america.
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