Friday, October 07, 2005
you held a sufficiently small number of students
back from irreversible choices. now as objects
of cruelty laughter and heartburn they revisit
your sentimental fences. take them out to yes.
they're the lost stories of this country we sold.
they've got the oyster cunning our narrative needs.
you understood that you could move around
furnished as we are. books in the walls. start
reading with skin. there's an old saying. you
can't. true as far as it goes. inverted as if
perverted. can't you. sure. i'm waiting for gas.
Thursday, October 06, 2005
most would be better off
silent. rocking backwards.
moved by was it fear. most
used to roam. placing
strange hoarse messages
all over the land.
still. better off silent.
Wednesday, October 05, 2005
there must be an immorality for stopping
your throat with guesses. an immorality
for stoned speculations. just don't go
there we say. it's a grim brothel gutter
saloon. an immorality of forgetting how
a moment counts us one body at a time.
of which work we'd never expected
estonian curses. your mother in a
split-soul dugout. haven't we been
jostled onward and upward longing
in cabinets longing in yurts long
enough. our stencils bark darkly
fragile handle with car. with car.
but we're nervous in a new middle
twisted as the dowager empress is
conscious of a new age. for us we
seem tempted to shotgun the past
as floating geometry torn painted
limits we got past. yes curses at
last light shadow down our vices.
& we chip our skimpies out of ice.
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
my fish you face
shadow rests us
evenly. an other.
round spark. o green.
you comet. come on
my deeps. as deep.
we're abandoning wood. abandoned in
most of the time i wonder what anyone
tremendous fashion. a night for rubber
means by health. you mean there's no
chickens. plastic and counting. our one
sickness and your face is flushed by
straight landscape after another. in
some purely natural impulse unconstructed
talk that comes athletically. we're bent
love or fine accomplishment. we say it's
superior as musical aptitudes tumble us.
pure but have no actual appreciation for
we're gone like pennies. just the same.
the utterly weightless forms all tugging
guess what i'm thinking.
an opal collective. both
ping and pong. strafing
mercenaries. and how
time turns into light just
before dark. good guess.
Monday, October 03, 2005
which comes down to blessing what
instruments we have. forked lightning
and all noises we make in or out of
calamity. blessing uses up a percentage
of the state and whips it back to fire.
like me in this condition. burning breath
for a time. in the woods too. a wick
Sunday, October 02, 2005
one's a fragile shattery. one's a freak impervious.
inconsequential as the next revolution in cars &
discount superstores. indomitable innocence. see
the red light as one's perfect indigence. lining a
word with buffets and wallops one gets remorse.
i get the objective case. a swaddled unbuckled
Saturday, October 01, 2005
this goes click. a thin rara avis
in ruffled green glass. mark it.
we're anonymous as say pain. one
mixed sum. this still goes click.
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