Friday, February 27, 2004
quicker steps this animal grounded black as my remembers...

i'm the welterweight just about any night the wind signs...

or elegance replaces mine... my hesitant deliveries all wait

useless in the fire... burnt your remembers too... i'm trying to

believe in facts but please... i'm losing blood more and more

into the sandbox... say less and less... don't go into no light


i'm praying... haven't you noticed my black fingers...

each of my angles is gibbous... crude... i'm praying

under the corroded sink... earnest in the rubble...

ready to corner all fifty-three versions of god... i'm

counting on the cave the lateral bud the new bromide


i'm not carving anything... thin geographies must find

their own brokers... isn't this a falling beast... screaming

into the next place... hundreds of boys and girls marching

into themselves... cannot be wrong but might be less certain...

even less certain than this study... not carved... or gilt

but terracotta and chrome... dust red... i'm praying for it all


always begin with A...

no treason convicts

me... i'm a good one...

fair ball... quick track...

less subtle but here...

you on the other hand...

have a serpent in view


i'm not a big fan... the doom of the day burbles...

here's another tar pit... takes a picture with me...

put your hands on the correct opinion... shiver...


stage movement for fish... the director suffers...


Thursday, February 26, 2004
i'm farming sublunar timidity... you farming it... too

quietly out back... settle down... says the lawn...

settle down says the roof... we're counting out

the profits... green deeps in the shade... words end...


urgent looks predisposed this morning

terrible knickers under the canopy

help we are supposed to be thinking

junk in the wallow a big never moon

one thing and then another nothing


Wednesday, February 25, 2004
nature's gone... an argument in the stairwell...

she's tired of his immaturity... you're just... such a boy

well... yeah... barking at the window all hours... laughing

a crack in the bungled wilderness... all useless games...

serious consequential... true enough for a youth of fourteen


an island a blue window

handing us over... other

morose concerns decide

to seem... you pretend

an island a blue window


Tuesday, February 24, 2004
an awful bleach job... a risible goon... tempting the calculus

of stuffed peppers... anybody and various suspect others

called a plenary session... we all stayed home because...

the moon wet us... the television upset us... the heart

a terrorist in ridiculous trousers... carved us into bubbles


first our time is precious then we forget something...

depending on what we call it... this is my personal

moment... my self nodding into a grainy dream...

a room for growing formulas into children... they

wrestle down the attendants... spray them with

sticky paints... none in color... break out the door

fly off... now insects... into the somber morning...


Monday, February 23, 2004
personally... how could you tell i wasn't at my best...

there was no puddle... the usual birds... something

crawls out and chooses the second door... teasing

left a trail of grey mucous just inside the window...

dust everywhere... none of the movies mattered...

i was distancing... collaborating.... losing time...


not this sentence... the sax veers into italics... for free

when our blind boy start to shiver... good news for a

twenty-first century botanical icon... turn here begin

with the story of your first and last kiss... rare flower

stirring in the books... kicking past the snare... hop


my next signature will follow an old ravine... i'm cut

without bleeding... i'm extending myself... toward

a meaningful wilderness... chamomile... a smelly creek...

this is the hardest path... seven teachers in the sky...

telling tales now... listening for the next human breath


it was... an italian satisfaction... welling up from the south

like rain... where we'd been diving and reading pasolini...

taunting contempo translations of archaic figures... surfacing

for thirst... how the nervous carabiniere wiggled then

pulled his visor down... how our lire bought everything...

come back... come back to the grappa dump... we're waiting


Sunday, February 22, 2004
let me

hold on

to this

me for

a moment...


all these matters underserved... follow me into the night... stranded

citizens choking in sequence... hearts rising like venus in the south...

follow me past the marginal beauty of hospital parking lots lit...

i'm drawn in chalk and scorn... my reason's black and blue... for you...

glistens in the jaunty mad carcass tonight... all bright... with chance...

follow me to the perpendicular catastrophe... to dawn's narrow dance


my fault that the summer went all nerdy... in my heroic account...

remember when we hovered... above the middle class... sliding

our pennies and quarters down slick in the soft spring rain...

my innovation out of focus... but laughing and clicking all the way


Saturday, February 21, 2004
i'm the falling roman empire... i'm the lusitanian princess...

i'm henry in the garden... vernon under threat of law...

cancel my subscriptions... keep the next cat outside...

reason me back from the edge of this... mistake





as a hole comes up... its flower makes me

jealous... time enough for routine delusions...

you've always got to be talking to someone...

or the impulse fails... and nothing... no flower

just hole... and a white draft... a rattle here


here's a kid's game... active in the mouth...

just now... bulbous... crushed... and detoxed

in every filial groove... our hunger isn't

just the kiss... but light morsel's nothing...

oblivion's kid brother... my path to quietude

resents all solitude... three unsteady voices

say weakly... x... x... yes... to this able zone


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