Friday, September 10, 2004
for the world shatter. as an organ of the previous god.
still in the firelight. savage heart denuded. torn elbows.
cruisers. bleeders. homers and drips. labile invasions.
you forget it and go. just. you forget it and go. and go.
was this coming back. i seemed a good.
i seemed a good moment. then came back.
a stash of phrases. a bucket coming back
from perfect. evaporating soon. was this
a game i laughed. a pain. a cookbook dog.
Thursday, September 09, 2004
offering to stand. or deliberately modify
the room. i picked that mediocrity. up.
in sight of a blunder my soliloquy goes
tumultuously brown as a fart in view of
the century's passing. all in suits. ties.
i. there. done and happy to be.
as significant as. any one.
which feeling gets. noticed.
says the pure page. of light.
for typing faster tries the air. a quest.
but heavy as dirt in the doing. a bludgeon's
descent. man's heart's complaint. tried as
the bassline. a song of plenty doled out.
we've got just what you need, mister
Wednesday, September 08, 2004
my woman days behind me now. a tremendous shudder
rocks the craft we meant to keep us steady. a tree
or a kite. my man days buttered on both sides. drop.
this is your turn. shallow vaults over us pretending news.
bladed as for a dunce. whose ears pop on active verbs.
coming home nightly i'm worried. in a state. ready for it.
Tuesday, September 07, 2004
dirty after paleolithic concert. broken after dinner.
your title. to it. an obscene preposition. tiled if
reading all the passages. from. my pretending. time
when i was dutch and micronesian. an extrovert and
captain of the bully watch. drunk of an evening's egg.
where three roads. looky. there's us and here's
the chance to. anybody'd take it. hasn't seen it'd
think a lesson from the skyway. calls us pretty good
grafters in the garden of perhaps. one of these goes
up. we're busy being. enough. and this cloud opens
a jar of nuisance. spread it thick. as from a jar of
no aversion to subject predicate clarity. yet.
whose feet are those. in the hall. a shout.
a nervous twinkling speech. concern of objects.
standing for themselves. we gloat our way. in.
scored and patient moonrise. blue palms. black.
heresy tells us. the sky listens. to regulate a dog
point to your finger. i'd weld it to bird song.
Monday, September 06, 2004
in this rude spell we're a flume... a fluke of 19th
century ill humor spewing decisive tell-tale verbs.
losing the bustle. snuck into the bigtop for visions
of horses versions of riders. flame behind us. look.
down the creek bed. mud in our dream makes day.
without the day's cruciform blinders, i'd overflow. told and sold
a pair of small white butterflies. believe it rains then. or thought goes
to old canvas. which you meant when we startled you out back. color
stuffs our. or our laughter butts heads with. the organ nobody plays.
aubergine. at odds with the company. severely stung.
fronds. a plurality. a groundswell. we're the ones.
insignificant. lollygagging in a balm. not swollen.
Sunday, September 05, 2004
whether talk. sumptuous bark. skitters blues.
nouns enunciate. verbs very. still. sunny one.
yr coming birds. yr newly howled. hush hole.
what's that you got... a ticker. engorged.
mainly a crawl. to the door. you said
you'll find me. i remembered. smiling or
teeth. to the troll's grey door. while.
nervous youth. meat. signed for birth.
heroic starch. isn't it time we.
or push through to daylight. arsenic.
arsenic ice and gold. these treasures
trouble us. and isn't it time we. got.
gone to tuck it in. as if a flight of bee. veers out.
these reasons foment disaster. as if engines idle.
as if permission comes. as notice takes the last slice.
Saturday, September 04, 2004
anechoic. i dropped it. as. coming from somewhere.
here my thought. uses enough oxygen. as. they say
there is no space in sound. or a tremendous liking.
rises. burns. stereophonic... plump and attractive.
irregular as an option. the light path. morning
in red light. or the dark. you may prefer traffic
gnomes or satyrs. syllables torn out of mist. say
this comes heavily. old voice. the author coughing
to say lepidopterist... an aphoristic old coot.
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