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Friday, April 02, 2004 a matter of shoulders... their
width and leverage under certain stressors... how the light tells us of a mythological preparation... our underserved nuisance of a hero... protestant wrinkles for good... gets up and commits himself to the next apocalypse my sway suspects
a terrific wind... we met and said here's a quiet place and we said this book opens both ways... another window shows us curing loneliness forgetting our manners... frightening our parents... away... run back to the shore... when the tide rolls in... run back to the mountain... the wild eagle pine now pray...
that... the morning makes it possible... now humor us in the walking... fever... brightly... such a little thing... directly cut from the clump i wonder about your... abundance... now pray that... we knew in passing... what grew didn't sound
like anything a human being would say... even edges... cold parts... nobody out back with the dog... wouldn't help us... the way we'd come to expect... left our fingers twitching... unnatural answers... through the half- open door... Thursday, April 01, 2004 a sudden this... a shadow in the
eye strange barque... a ship... too poetical a theory nude in ugly spandex... a flea... a small figure available for purchase... a version of mars... a native gully flower... a sponge like a moron... a ball of poetry... a ticket... a tock... or blind before breakfast since you
asked... i was recognized in the back and ran to the front... where i jumped like a killer a radiant apostle of yesterday's gee-whizz... what a crazy soprano might needle... so deliberate it makes my teeth ache... stitched in french... black but still famous... still hounded... omitted... some guy pasted over
the herald trees a dozen windy crows illustrate laughter... a northern example of empty approval... where an idea grovels... versatile... improbable... howling snailsmoke... i mean look here... argue for us... we're covered all over with time Wednesday, March 31, 2004 if i wouldn't didn't have to...
string you along... with a barcode nervous in the aftermath... i'd fix it... one grammatical screw loose... and then another... until all our wheels rattled off into the weeds my single
idea just flowers... an extra politician for lunch... i'm grinding the moon for salt... organizing a game of darts... we're faultless in the morning... we're the better part of caring... just now... straight off the night wagon a decent
spot for the underbelly... down there... swilling neurotic intelligence... rumors of joy... your bottle empty as the day you... gave up... take the braver part... love casts out fear... Tuesday, March 30, 2004 my fun... this Arched tendency...
to Flutter seems natural enough... for Plastic digits trembling out Back with the Kissing Edition here's Youth... in a misspent combination of Cranky timidity... florid Belief... buckled time wouldn't you Cry at last... o wouldn't you cry telling true...
while these other sounds... don't forget how much i care... shutter an imaginary house... cabin of small figures howl the all-night shuffle... howl for good luck and no small advance toward... life... blues harp... bottleneck cat... yr aunt suzy stomping crazy pain... whomping bad trouble Monday, March 29, 2004 wait a minute...
i'll surrender my pieces... they've gone loco like precious instructions set by the window... in a storm... lost or waterlogged... i wanted to begin with ants and work back to sweetness... so here... take my birds... my noxious glue... i wasn't thinking clearly and now... some part of my process repeats compulsive... angelic but compulsive... shrugs machine's
red pulse in the center of us... abundance grown heavy with pockets... enough here's the puzzle, babe... the losers say cut the flesh cut the player's heart... fine in the portions we talk about... but rotten on the blasted blocks... my present symptoms tell a funny story... red hair knobby knees a grin and i'm out... on the sad line again... gone literal
about lithography... and sensible on acidic edges where we've... greeted clocks and calendars... every new thing stumbling like deer up a muddy slope through old grass... now figurative on aluminum's cool plain... pressed Sunday, March 28, 2004 and letters come a drizzle... stolen
pieces you got confused... i was a dreamy-eyed... cabinet of mercies... bright and varied tool of the worried class... still the rain says all this is yrs... all this the first move... Saturday, March 27, 2004 blue as a bald game blue as dry land rising blue stumbling in the right light blue armistice in doubtful night blue blue corners blue in the small parts blue's lonely round bargain blue's jumpy monday blue's nervous categories blue for the duration blue for the bees and buckets blue takes a look around blue misbehaves and snickers blue out the eyes blue out the nose blue conversations bound tight blue near the green bottle bleu incognito on the left bank blue understands edges blue bothers crooks and cons blue politics in the big world blue northers for bubba's yard blue gumption useless as a fart blue tremor coming soon blue integers busting limits blue hush the mean cripple blue says it all day blue for the internal pop revolution blue as the kisser's big idea blue studied in a bright light blue cancelled before the show blue telling all the stories at once blue enough... for now marginal maker...
crisp in his own heat-sealed... polystyrene pouch attends an opera... in the day of no opera... death to all opera... cry blunt pigeons... from tiny tin perches in the City of No Opera... yet... this... maker contains multitudes... of pigeons and libretti... and oboes crinkled up... brilliantly against all waste... in barrels back to finish your phrase currently  |
