Friday, October 14, 2005
non non. you say.
form. and i'll fumble.
the singer said france.
it was a windy day.
for sausage. we had
pasta. blank and blue
in. oui oui. the cold
delights to whistle.
say france again.
you whistle. i'll
no. non. oui. yes.
always resisting the sentimental. sometimes
it's all you've got so you stand on a hill of
sour refusals. that when you die you get a
snapshot of yourself grinning detachment &
impediment for the last of your titanic files.
what music to accompany that premonition.
vehement clumsiness settles you in for good.
what was bad drug us down for all morning.
i set apart. i set myself. a part. of the art of
badness drugging us down for all afternoon.
some sinister burden. i'm coming over soon.
it must in a circle we've etched on the guess.
here these sounds repeat our harsh precursors
but we're happy to hear them round about now.
we're dogs in moon sheets of inflexible plastic.
but we still appreciate the nearness of wildflower
persistence. chunks of punchy determinisms sing
us. prophetic antiques. crutchy noises. potent oil.
Thursday, October 13, 2005
i don't know you might put signs
in color on your ink. then follow
them into a corner. think alone.
that thinking covers many faults.
warnings that smell funny. easy
feelings as opening a beer box. i
get your sudden removals.
blank where the window went on.
asking how far to lunch or the point.
finding the map in the crease.
leaving an acre for the shadows.
knowing you painted me just this far.
feels as one the pressure to
dress up. a benign beige tie
with subtle stripes. ears as
trimmed. as less pointy than
some. feels the call to be a
better one. surprising even.
a winner in a box of winners.
an autumn spring. it feels ok.
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
i conformed a certain way in this omission down lake street.
i looked out for practice functions moderate in loathsomeness.
i sought verity in the nineteenth century's winsome slaughter.
i lingering as an ogre. i on the trembling pillar.
i the endless war stuffed with kids who knew something.
i expansive as the lie. i bearing i.
i brush away all excessive parts to the alley.
i the vivid scene fading.
i dropping every single propensity. i toothless in granite news.
which ugliness fishes out of the bank.
then a cast of riches makes us runny.
then the night-panda known as david.
which from a box of boots seems most.
the pleasantest and the trimmest cad.
which read all together is a fire a why.
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
or i can do two or more
simultaneously. but you
would like me better in
one .............. not this
precious ............ ness.
affix the stamp. it hurts but just
for now. for sailing down to fine
sediment. we're gathering yours.
pieces of us in you. i'm also some
part of the great accident. loan
me your new neil young. we're a.
merely copied from a shifting soil.
Monday, October 10, 2005
as one jellyfish to the ocean. real language
is an easy drift. a baby in transit. swag in
the bag. here's the deal. you get sayings
all winter then the persecution complexity
kicks in yr subtle eternity. it hasn't been an
abortion. but to make art of it sucks anyway.
after hours you get an odd smell in yr hat
and call me to fix it. i'm austere and bend
farther back to old books i read in part be-
cause they looked good on the shelf. this
makes me smarter and enhances the free
shimmy in my patter. you get two for one.
a vaguely knowledgeable cluck. and a few
unperforated days cast away and indigent.
we all suffer unbiased and unresponsive as
the sky. but we look good in these puddles.
Sunday, October 09, 2005
diverse and unseen we first ask you to place
the box of remainders in a dry spot. we ask
you to picture us there with you. inside gilt
boards. the darker animals. we bring a light
you forgot to ask for. heroic as you consider
yourselves to be. without a candle. hardly
carries farther than the pond. still insects
approve. a faint in the slough. we're big
enough to catch you fold you in sweaters of.
us. the willing wailing. the strumpet specks.
Saturday, October 08, 2005
inside my harms standing entire as heaven.
comes an electrical willing angel.
nearer to the wall for walking toward god.
circular stations coming on with talking devils.
no reasons for the song i set in the nest of fire.
standing now up to hear the holy news.
house of dread america. this is art.
putting your candle down and follow a
misting channel. or sleep unhappy
sleeps all day. terrorize this for paint.
an exploding science will coming. inform
heaven to open many doors. instruct
children to cover pets and bring books.
a long journey coming like an explain
of heroic ones. in the night we will see
how far house of dread america goes
to carry new musics twisted in oldest
free. paints of indoors and outdoors freely.
this comes to blinding us. all over. truly.
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