Friday, March 12, 2004
testing my filament... now an improper... pretty... critical pose

a glide back to reason before dinner... clinking sordid metal

binding gutters for rain merchants... you too... touched

enough to qualify... an utterance... their deliberate threat...

hot burrows... boxed... consider prose... please... prose


worked in wood... we throttled faith's cool design...

and martyred all good sense... to serve a bleary hope...

that somewhere a big sun would blister all smallness...

my simple fumbling your black muddle... rapt... a globe


soft corrosion in the blinkering light... a stout bundle

of what's been done... a tall order of thinking

here's an energetic combination... the need

to ponder a whim... the terrible dish of day


Thursday, March 11, 2004
i'm ready and dancing... heroically modern...

alone forever... but i never play pinball... i

sort my drought into theories... wounded

as an other head... lacing ordinary shoes...


you suck and freely delimit the possible...

but for breakfast it's... talk about ignition...

paper fissures through which... we wonder how

difficult seeming to mimic resistance... might be


Wednesday, March 10, 2004
sorry... i meant the sky unseen... the field paved

for shopping... look for me under your new sofa...

modern pomes are ugly pomes... radiator sung...

motored toward conditional relief... a cocktail dervish

swimmer under contract... sorry i meant the sky


flash gordon's theremin broke

when his ship stumbled down

to the crusty martian plain...

no jiggy processional now for

the minions of emperor ming...


argh... hush...

iconoclastic fog...

go to commercial


saturn's delirious and invisible... here's the collapse

of associate childhoods... he took us at our words...

and strange skies came down... tempers cautions

bleedings... fixed us... grateful... dissolute for now


Tuesday, March 09, 2004
everything haggard everything swift

everything roped and everything gone

everything grown everything said

everything bogus for everything mine

everything homely cluttered and blank

everything modern as everything spent

everything certain everything sudden

everything coughing like everything red

everything standing everything cherished

everything naked naked naked everything

everything marching for everything taken

everything closing and everything calm

everything holy as everything runs

everything everything everything runs

everything pardoned by everything soft

everything doing every thing everything


it's his class the elbows know how to sit

with the salaries going up and the unions

reasonable... home's a good word for feeling

well... structured like a frontier necessity...

we learn nothing's permanently safe or wrong


Monday, March 08, 2004
say the city is not a cage or say we're pigeons

we're sharp enough any day to put on the sky

in fact we carry it... modest in all honesty... up

with us... and the traffic compels an effect... call it

Evidence for the Existence of Ecstatic Things... or


quantity a nuisance... i haven't counted

breakfast but i will count lunch a dreary bowl

of fuel not fun... you... husband of terrible

questions... why did jupiter... what replaces

constancy... when do the northern tremors...

now settled... a sum... so plain in flat light


Sunday, March 07, 2004
before no body... there was

light rain through the night...

there was magnetic adhesion

an easy problem... the sky was

an easy problem... the test

passed all questions... stone

and the heat whiffled...

before no body... sentence

seemed unlikable... verb

stumbled out to pee


i was imitating a string of birds then i

was unnumbering the neighborhood backwards

neither helped drive the tight willies off

or cancelled this gulping mania... a film

might resolve my disappointment but art

likes an earnest mister... a new hand

monumental in granite... imitating flight


well you can't be afraid anymore

here's a blue flame saying questions

here's a contorted mouth... reminds all

the women to come back in a day or two

once the boys have finished... you fear

these deep deaths and inclusions... but

you mustn't hold it so nervously up to

the light... no one cares what happened


mixed & a

fortune in...

collateral

my class &

you free

thinkers

merrily done

time & temp

a trying to

dissolv... me


pulling down the wind of my god-face... here's the deal...

i'm an emblem tattered to fade but kindling a red fire

to scorch... or take a meal anywhere... these birds

so flinging... tremble me in the yawning heart... faster


Saturday, March 06, 2004
i'm getting ready to say something... a true line

with hands and feet... winter's deep... now all

this has been warming and warming... ready for

somewhere a binding fact... it will be as all

these have been a nature poem... still quiet...

more than these... have been... so frantic to say

what's not happening next to what is... neighbors

useless as a silhouette's heart... except it gets

to say look over there... nothing here but there

all light where the kids play... wholly bright


whoa...

what was that...

thing there

carroused a morning blink...

i think


sealt sent delivert... under time under tentseam...

a lisp too no lisp in the... gumbers and teet gone

all the durning all the drug combinates a lurk

t'day grows verdant sullied boys... all in a row

& carted to the clink... warmed over again & settled

like a terse one on the covers... under covens tune

what did it mean what it might have... been huddled

hunderds a little thunders... all the way down all

this matterd to nights forced... monks the farce

to got it gone... real gone as a game box shutterd


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