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Friday, March 05, 2004 martyred
material... turn my tack to good use a flash of energetic paper kites... celibate origami assembled in rain gutters... twisted tree lines isn't this our greatest fear... these blue brides these vertical brides... these subtle grooms these yellow grooms... a lovely useful economy fretting over all... cool zinc brow of a civil god push my
circus back... my wheels under sand... why the big ring fuses... the bearded lady... sly dumbellina in a wispy grey gown... markets and fleas... doctor my wings... never a flyer been... kindling high wires then said his arms were sore... with minutes... to fill Thursday, March 04, 2004 no tools... an assembly requires
breath... pushes us through the door... complains there are no women in here... any more the signals mix us into laughter... forgotten past teachers... set aside with the spiders... just guess...just guess what it means to us a conditional
gravity sizzles me... i bubble on the morning skillet... if i do then you do... or you go somewhere cooler... an orange will resist this broken syntax... say let's be greedy today... let's finish the epic... stop the nation in its tracks... halve the numbers... each of them... spitting... now spittering... sugared vittles... Wednesday, March 03, 2004 o take a breath... o fit a motion
to that name... o like... o the sun the hard answer the rasp of coffee on the tongue... o o step away step away from the car o rest us far away o gay subtraction from all our heavens o rough quills in the clauses... rough bliss o o trimeter benches... o doctrine unstable o chopper and o... pale solace... o given... o gone wouldn't
want people saying things like your work signals the effective decline of our neo- suburban grotesque or your work represents the radical contingency of the sonorous runic tradition... no... but of course they never would they never would... say... cut like
a diamond... through air... seems a line interests who wrote it... pulled anonymously thin whole phrases from a common puddle... words lashed to their blindness... see we found them... ordinary the romantic
assumption that i... that you... the presumption of romanticism... my authority completes its rounds... gets home to find you tearing pages from books... screaming about heterodox critical theories... pulling from the cat one perfect hair at a time... let's get the boat out on the lake... let's think up a deadly storm... in blue the
blur attacks a pleasure taken home kneaded into trees dogs streets shops sun stars these nothing generals spoken... sunken... violent naturally
the poem is not a train i took to find you... it's not here you're at the far end of no line Tuesday, March 02, 2004 hermit... he's a bundle i'd forgot the perfect word... never done it so mixeduppedly... boy backwards in singing middles and bottles... try it on yrself soon elo-quance...
bound in hard matter... all the tar can get you... will it become us will it... i'm just a... kid... in a pencil-bomb... mine troubles redound and settle... a baroque buffalo squat... saying i said i mean... too while we can't... get over spelling and... spelling he teaches
high school in an ambulance read backwards... bleeding he teaches rumors alphabetically... puritanically... his elbows all worn through to the bone from posing... this statue... july comes in his dreams like an unexpected mirror... he spits brown proverbs... collaborates with every whispered thing... he spurns resolution... verisimilitude blisters his tongue... some ran
away... some walked... any brightness or any time seemed... some were friends... shivered in western rooms... never met again... some pretended a higher calling... some walked a shoulder broad enough Monday, March 01, 2004 not yet perpendicular but precious
enough... i intend a plaintive disgrace... i design a hungry traffic pattern... for now i'm beluga i'm cormorant... in the government you'll take me for granted... with mixed greens and reds... i'm a fortunate peddler... i'm your truncated fiddleboy... keep me off the thin blade... raise me up... cool windows expecting
a day here's the minute... the minute here's the deal... put us off to the side... put us next to the window... why... the streets are damp the cars... irregular condensation... i'm here so... Sunday, February 29, 2004 i'll have nothing to say about
it... any day now... once the bills come due... the hours depleted... the chorus sent back to the bar... i'll stop this wriggling from under the word book... an opinion ground to a mad result... a halt... a breather... enough of
this seeing... i'm seeing you curdled and corrugated by... the hours sent searching like justice... like these terrible interceptions... we'll have a talk... and stop seeing for a while that inexpressible...
scratches a window... let it in or not... what solace... what encouragement to keep it to oneself... hoary oaf... dumb music just... bubbling up where one's self secret rumors most sorely test the dance a cold hopping
for the queen's day removes all the flags... as the king proclaims a pity beneath the stars whose knowing finally measures us... we've been faces all morning in our seeming's bright indifference Saturday, February 28, 2004 my animal eating its animal is the older story... i'm finished eating my animal relaxing in its own juices... i'm told the collapse of empires promotes a less manly... version... of our oldest tale we're planting fruit trees waiting for the sun to warm our innocent shoulders... so useful in our simple doing... all animals take a breath heard in
the music... a bargain and a threat... you'll cross me off your list of winners if i promise to shut up... nevermind... today's got trees in it... i'm on fire in the branches... well not on fire exactly... talking into the blankets... into the cat's hot neck... understand we've got more happening... more than god knows... complex and confused... who only knows what's simple... as stone clearly my
irrelevance stood next to anyone's rises clearly mine is a sacred one burnt vision of flux dung rising you know like a string flaring airward invisible my irrelevance catalyzes dream loss in winter life calls no one out heroical here to the scruffy street back to finish your phrase currently  |