Friday, August 06, 2004
turning away beats it. us. we're here in the words.
tall enough for the moonrise. but an angle plods in.
home studies. us. we're nine feet away. then sky
a screwy compulsion to type clouds. assorted reams.
that sound and then blind... i am one.
for the passing. comes calling and deaf.
for the signals at night. in a sleep.
one of the forests. coarse. free.
not some small symbol of. impatient.
but to hold. that sound and then...
twenty-six fingers and toes. as mad-making congeals
or flourishes tumbling. i'm a plate of smothering goo.
yr a guided missile. yr a hookah sentence.
sleepy at the inn of the twenty-seventh hello.
Thursday, August 05, 2004
attentive to differences. my critic made
of harsh germs. dialed something new
into precious company. and we got
sick of patterns. broke our tongues
said enough terror. i want content
in his absence. in level memory
i'm hip. to what trees get.
figure the oughts into dailyness.
that winter spelled only. control.
the next sentence didn't. fear.
to the difficult. birds. and paper.
a thin border then an opening for play.
we've got the best jams and preserves.
tell me again that the sun says. breathe.
Wednesday, August 04, 2004
what versus attention you called me stupid.
well then resurrection. i'm pattern upheld.
you can count it. on me forgetting what you.
but the pencil broke. or i never had one.
for example when it's very wet. or.
just because you paid me to. then suffer.
then the pome made a comeback. and sold.
turn the problem. justification or this abstract.
i'm reading what you wrote and finding it here.
then a cloud formation. then a flicker off left.
the issue folded looks. calmer in the overcast.
Tuesday, August 03, 2004
threw my book to the window. harped it then broke
a plane. in a second. threw a book and the mirror.
strummed the nightshade. down with new joy. all
pocked from the running. here's a mad one running.
its intention to follow sight lines established
in the nineteenth century still interested
to become. packed my cinema with flowers.
packed my cinema with blurting. signs of.
trouble. near boxes in the detritus. time.
disguised. undistinguished small parts.
say this comes every day. daily come
the drafts with winged or. with a plan.
Monday, August 02, 2004
two parts just as one. follows a rough road
home. brakes for small theories. our wild
yes on the limb. confuses and pleases. a spin
for the night calls. our short spelling. heart.
devises earth for height not width. and burns.
if you have to look it's not. to recognize yr here.
whose advice tips the sales. my big board selling.
and smiling. face the fact. we're sold and looking.
Sunday, August 01, 2004
why. don't you talk about jesus.
o. i need. to do. some of. that.
just as we. say. a river's edge. or sky.
that keeps coming no matter
what fountain or metaphor
pouts into the morning. keeps
at it. pricked into light. sound
as an if. and matters in seconds.
in the way. always. still.
harmless enough. a moon
gets fired for timidity.
a boy lost his reasons.
by the way. it smiles.
you can measure yr plot.
Saturday, July 31, 2004
the diagonal heaves. a stretch
gone lighter than a black pot.
irregular as i'm. ovoid but tough on.
the block we pushed. off. from.
youth will be served as in italy
where excellent design and old stone
chaos on the radio in the camera dei
still for youth the somber expectations
mustn't stumble as here we've given
everything to pleasures punk and stout
there isn't any more i than a poke.
and we're ground up for it. i put it
under your roses. you pulled my left
gear. and suddenly the door knocks.
and suddenly locks. no us. no more.
capable and incapable. of the ground
that takes us. sooner and later. any
pace. by the river dump we loitered.
singeing swallows for their song. o.
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