Friday, June 11, 2004
these window blinds cut us up into strips of seeing.
this sound resembles an indifferent auction.
this going reminds us to sing in a whisper or not at all.
these trees would notice the sky if we stopped cutting them.
this opening offers a world of yawning.
these reductive gods wait for their numbers to be called.
this whoopee being made restores the ugly sentence to its proper home.
once for the shaking fever brought on.
by unresolved emotional toughness.
once by the side of an elevated sign.
here in the dry parking lot. here.
on hot wires. blinked bird-form.
once in a bloody fine sufficiency.
not far from the drunks. just once.
a sliver gets higher marks than a.
a view of them. two damp pronouns.
calling america collect from a kiss.
see me shaking... it's a holiday
under mulch... a proportional fête
grub-wise in thunder blooms...
catches me plowing shadow... soon
hey... how... can he be...
some temptation to... say... shout
but the widow's tremor lacks
hope enough... easterly... nervous
machinery ever knocked out
on the boards... of a shack
takes me well into daybreak
Thursday, June 10, 2004
ever since. i put a foot i been a fool.
mine has a yellow eye. you got one too.
a feeling very cut up. a feeling homeric.
ever since the day. i put a finger. on us
the saints. of trouble come to judgment
in signs. an edge. a sill for starlight.
and i'm the big reason. the damp soul in hell
rolls over. for blues walking like a man.
one shoe full of blood. in hell.
consider the rain. somebody's grim apple.
over the black line. chickens. in hell.
where's my hill. gone poetry.
this incision stays up home.
gone fog. in contemplation.
no truck. where's yr fly pole.
gone to needles. by light
we're a waiting. studied
and gone daily. news takers.
a slow gunner. why gone low.
gone clear humble. so political.
no precision in the air. less.
Wednesday, June 09, 2004
you you. you. it was you
in the sand you in the searching
you it was in the pattern cancer
in the gorgon tale you for good
you on the mirror's mind you in
california. dreaming. you in fire
like a whip storm in the plodding
pretending this morning. you there.
a long question to thin us. forever. night
keeps us near the early guess. ask for it.
they'll send it in. satin. polystyrene faces
east but my love for you is. scientific.
Tuesday, June 08, 2004
or less on the perimeter. we bounce.
voracious in fiction's prayer. counting
once more on these sidereal organs
you'll come too... when they shimmer
can i fold your interesting arm
into my luggage poverty? can
i manage your hopeful thumb
into my bountiful trunk? o you
heaven of indigence. o you sot
Monday, June 07, 2004
owe it to know the name
of anything set aside
here we come laughing
and owning all the names
owed to anything at all
before dusk in any language
comes to collect the debt
before he cannot say he says
it's not a wide conversation
it's about a cloud and a tree
they shiver at the telling they
compose themselves like mice
and then they hear him say
nothing stays in the sky
for long but we standing
here recite it by the moment
under pressure to say it for sure
never had. nothing to say. and busy.
saying it. here. a copy of the year.
a bush of red flowers. said happily.
why this is. a constriction. site.
Sunday, June 06, 2004
off blue windows we called
for a corner. in a plague. spot
on my street. not yours. or a
ministry. none of this is mine.
as degeneration phrases a new ironic economy so too i.
am calling you. come forward to splice your timber to
mine. we'll sail to a new day unironical. of pebbled
exchange. vermillion currency. broken roses clipped
& in the know. as phrased by the green path. necessary.
of falling limits. a chaste betrothal. bet. and spoken
pennies found... daydreaming or blind on the road... old
currency driven to new urgencies... we'll take it... forth
and thereupon... thither blent of copper ways... we've
got it... now... i mean... you do... so why not take it
with the music and the arguments... seeing facts... just
Saturday, June 05, 2004
many more than. a sore bunch here we go. count them.
us in the final days. taken for quiet passengers. we knew
you had them counted. us. uppermost secret and afraid
of the next rain. we. huddled toward historical graces.
you counted on them. many more than an urgent. one.
(say garcia lorca)
composing a pointed cloud. fatal as wire. beginning to rise. shaping the heart. of old leather.
conditions an artisan to heave. complains mightily in drunken corners. smokes his fingers. in heat.
with a terrible sky. under branches. there's nothing to do. but sing.
with an arm full. of white birds. with an arm. full. of green stems.
with a fatal dose. of light. pretends to stammer in his. direction.
pounding and cutting an angle. into a city. énorme et méchanique.
we had him. swallowing the music and. laughing at shadows.
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