Friday, December 10, 2004
harvard says it. on the cold edge. but for today
a warmth. not unlike chocolate rises. the abyss
casual as a daydream. markets the sky. i'm in a
specially tampered moral boutique. particular as
Thursday, December 09, 2004
these are in general. many poets coming
a tramp. sore as the windows. wanting
new blades. these are for youth since
they're possible. and coming less a song
than a miraculous custom. some pronoun.
time it wasn't for the belly.
a brief spin misses marks
put out. for dinner given
freely more. moral and in
time. i'm not mine. but will
be by. utterly. and by. so.
my means. i'm in the corroded starting place.
where yr suffering tumbles. take me back i'll
be better. there's no you no me. just birds.
a long flight means the wretched worry. kids
win plastic trucks. to carry us as. voices out
for the dumps. where we sang. a moon apart.
Wednesday, December 08, 2004
but i'm not bored. i woke up with an egg.
and smoking jeremiads. kick the kleenex.
i'm weepy in the shallows. so jumping.
from call it the bed. i'm not bored. weasel
bores others. with all this sugar. tapping
out into daylight. i take it black. no salt.
stingo. what's the matter.
the combination trips us. aslant
down the corridor in pieces. we
mistake us for diamonds. glassy.
ha. there's yr matter. sir. a boo.
a booby on the path. mistook for
a faint. a falling at her feet. did.
Tuesday, December 07, 2004
faces never the same. as the shadow. sometimes part
of the going. the boys like masks. but only one gets to.
let smile let him. i'm a mountain of nuclear smirks.
say a confusing thing. you are a small man falling
a little distance. a tiny woman's hands. that will
never play great piano. but the monkeys. o boyo. hark.
gone and sent. so walk with me. little bitty
baby. we broke the drum along the old path.
we danced and went. sent from the gospel
what. what. what. or how the gate resisted
a push. who was born. was born in the place.
Monday, December 06, 2004
mine is invisible. mine is broken.
from the maps of the early explorers
mine is luminous and layered. mine
is culturally active. these are not folk
art or murals. mine is in exile. mine
entire. is in fort lauderdale. mine
is a memoir. mine is high pop. mine is
a thousand toys. a tribute to brazilian
art and culture. mine constructed as
confidential. mine in the harvesting sea.
is a patient awake too soon. mine follows
fruit. mine as mere cloth. against cold.
mine a comfort. original. important. alive.
seriously taken. as funny if in small clothes or too large.
coming and going with a watermelon. no smile. then fall.
taken yourself. too. not so full but. why not. important.
nobody likes importance. but to be. without a smirk. we
will get it. you'll be fully funny. we won't. turn but love.
Sunday, December 05, 2004
fought to remember. placements were not pieces
of chess games but. disembodied oracles. moments
like kites. metaphorical perfume that wouldn't leave
any of us. for days or ever. considering we're all poets
of one nature or another. older. so younger in much.
make the arrangements. i suppose it had been
some kind of evolution. but the socks were so
loose. emblematical. as we never cared enough
to sign those papers. just. trembled in coffee
shivered up the night and the next morning. said
here's the southern garden. disco come undone.
him in the shadows. sick and thumped. raining.
one of those men in the arch. taken for a chef.
cynical in the contemporary. sleepy days later.
Saturday, December 04, 2004
parts. the pump. the branches and leaves. tolerable
beauty. unless you refer to the guts then. diffusion
knows i'm lying. all the time. in excerpts from a latin
childhood. leaking light bent freedom. in taboo green.
as white photos these. selfs in song like winter.
are given. matched as any exotic journey. always
available a few layers down. a comfort. asiatic.
and yet to love things. painting under screens.
why not for pages at a time. as the perfect cell.
calls weather rivers. streets readers. laminate.
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