Friday, December 31, 2004
some days i could make these. regardless. hopped up
on coffee and hope. forging predicaments. powerless
persistence. a well-researched arpeggio of mirrors.
bruised but not busted. a carol of the new school.
Thursday, December 30, 2004
an acceleration as we earned our pauses.
then a pulse toward. new year's breaking
over but how much more. above. terminal
levity. a grounded delivery parks jack
as i'm jill. we go trembling all morning
then. surrender to the bluster. a sticker
a surprising parrot sounding the thin sky.
me and my practical announcements to you.
Wednesday, December 29, 2004
tear me. i like poets who say
to the living. detection brings
us to the heart of the human
bookstore. a process feature.
i like poets who say thanks to
reason we've got collections of
non-returnable information as
unique chronicles. of a haven-
seeking ideal. i'm out back. cut
as the fanatical shadows. home.
not drowning. but waving.
Tuesday, December 28, 2004
unsaying. and it goes without. i'd get it
wrong and. called to carpet. they'd get
me wondering. what if i meant it. then
got it wrong. what you think about. so
others might finally know. saying i get
nothing. but for christmas i get. shoes
in faulty sequences. they got it. called
once and then i'm no hero. reading my
own enthusiasm. saying. say this and
clearly. without understanding. clearly
good for fiction. but not for audio. i'm
looking past the mundane treaures. so
you see. these beloved tales. depict a
one of us. amusing the other without it
saying. we're lost. but i am providential.
lost as one of a kind. coming of age. and
eighteenth century. i was a version of the hat.
i managed plenitude and thistles. as canticles
for our time. i organized pleasure as units of
adulation. surges appended to a thousand words.
here in lost time the seams. show. as doubles
sent to retrieve babies and dads. as magazines
Monday, December 27, 2004
not me. i worked in the library. blaming
the books for the vacuum. breathing
paint. one tongue at a time. blocking
happiness. within anger's day. bleeding
as an architect of. punk weeping. boxing
without the power to arrest. beaten for paper.
street language in the background. rough style
as alphabet. translate fear back to my tongue's.
you the reckless. lover of all. rendered life from
dread. tear. look out. a word's inhabited. haven.
literally home in force.
nothing's more important. to put it the other way.
nothing. in my marriage dream. for instance. turn
around you'll see. yourself in a changeling basket.
relative to any beautiful landscape i was etching.
from heartlore. centuries of intemperate religion.
Sunday, December 26, 2004
time for wigils. a snow-pricked bridge from there
to here. for warm rooms converse as happens. delight
on the stressor. delight in the many purposes unfelt
but substantial in their calling. here's to jumping
Saturday, December 25, 2004
my christ. my christmas takes time. follow
a stapled path to a book of eating. torn red
oranges. lights as one white goose. friends
of the imperial condensation. incorporate sky
of cool anyways. take me suddenly musical
to the races with steve mcqueen. iced urges
and pictures of my christ. my christmas says.
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