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Friday, June 18, 2004 faster. cat goes wishing nightly for fishy substance. a sigh delivered. we're translucent in our pedigree. a. soluble mercy. in our stomachs. also said
i there the corner tumbles into the center we're heaving into gregarious celebrity with eyes ticked music twisted into equal pronunciations said i also there the calling utters what girl or boy meant to understand hasn't a
career... where words appear grim gnats... voluble curmudgeons pay the price for an effigy in breath just as demands
a certain poison confidence so demands the slip of an icy heart... i'm a granite tempest slung across griddy time... come drown... with me... o... daisy days... Thursday, June 17, 2004 as an axiom it was coffee-jiggered...
astonished... axion nowhere in the dictionary... elytis unread on the shelf... starts a burrowing through the room... to the desk and... here what?... an actual moment out from under... summer mornings... good for shattering... good for thunder... hush-worthy for timid shudders... a sip of common wine... things
of naught... the sheer... mere multiplication of words... a stammer in the heart of an open day's... phrase you get one and then another... unasked as unsaid... all gone metallic in meat-fire... feels like conditional surrender... a blank space between the table and the wall... saying this business... a soldered portrait Wednesday, June 16, 2004 i'd like to be a slash of fire... a monument of frowning carbon... herald of the brownish postures coming... with an axe of moss... for each of yr pretty pictures... i'd pay a great price... an urge... i hear yr
a catholic. scratch the inner itch along the mississippi. right there in the sun. a question in a cat's call. you say i am. who stands outside the rumor. become the one where many shuffle. ask for toes. fingers. yowl in a box. for yr children. numbered clouds. Saturday, June 12, 2004 was an idea
required. my tie took a breath. an idea for smiling when the smile is on my mind. required for service. but i was not one of them not. an engine touched by god grace. suspended in a smile's tick. i had an idea. was it required. in his simple city. yes. no. does not matter when the comet strikes our telegraph shop. ideas in the soil find worms go slow. our flatness.
on my hands irrigates an insect or. drives me hundreds to the desert. me. thousands of guesses me forlorn and a duck here wasn't i smart. to duck the swingback... flat or hollow? if i push one word toward you well... okay i'm a rabbit in the coreopsis, but to link one word with others... offends immensely back to finish your phrase currently |