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Friday, October 28, 2005 it's
not different to pose the divine and get back change. just specific as we forge a new brew. we meet the characters. tumbling full of interesting chastities. burials always go well on into the afternoons. or characters fall like curtains into walls each other the last supper. just as posing again in horns or epigrams gets some goats. others will take it over ice without complaint. small round gods on string. sizzling. thou
in seven ways. thou in suspense. handling which made us the plots. thou binge and swoop. thou on telling arithmetic. count us to hang a way off liberty. off scarcity away in light. thou. not some god but window shine. that useful murmurs count a loss. a gain. a laugh. thou particle. Thursday, October 27, 2005 foot
fleet. aim true. apprehension quick. heart glad and high. born killer. as the leader must scatter the leader's self hue of some insect or the inner organs of wild birds. and smile. the smile of good muscle tone. and sing the soft song of one new. with a clue. and one. Wednesday, October 26, 2005 a
willow difficulty. and a head sprung for days we say on end. denuded for lashes. you can say that it's a risk. ephemera. like points for pain. mice for muffling. or you and i in a cab never happened as a fact or. maybe on the way to church un- elaborate fumbling. walking farther out a branch. we've been ecclesiastical since a thin yellow splatter. and have no regrets. handling
fifty-five in one. serves a plate of gnocchi. as i'm attached to adverb. infants of big saying run on. i meant to be terminal &. it adds up when you count. plain without butter waiter. still handling that many &. measured by whose heart for. the tale recuses itself here. waiters on numbers retire. when delights or when bugs. rise up of me & thrive on us. as
offices we are required. please detach the colander from its marble base and. if this were death we'd know. and speak in fullnesses or not at all. my facts ground with fine coriander seed cumin. or elsewhere cilantro. a marginal weed not unfamiliar. seated in offices we're performing and symbolic. our nice caps in poetry meaning us farther on so far. from palms and sandy bright time. Tuesday, October 25, 2005 ok
... put temperatures in ... not brand names ... not cultural detritus swabbed from dank earholes ... it's cool ... but no ... i wouldn't say cold ... this beer ... no ... just generic ... grew it myself ... my car takes me around when i let it ... i call it my car ... just as the cat ... yowls what she calls this
daily writer's rawness bothers me. make a movie of a line of geese. for example. where's the fit. even without alliteration we meant to be perfect as these golden gone maple leaves. and we failed. to come up to it from one day to the next. to this. extenuation. my excuses must cancel yours because i am better looking. well. younger than the world. & you haven't asked me over for the longest time i eat very little in fact but as a poet i'll eat anything. even the scariest chinese slime. i
was making an astonishment when in burst roger an ermine in his thin arms to say the goats the goats have all run off ... instead of the goals thing our wounds flop over. nightly even. an anchor might flummox an actor and drown him out of remembering. then where would we be. a catalogue of shuddering roses maybe. i'm a waiting. less heathen in my smart castle than some in their stories. a going on matters when the other side brings lunch. as strawberry jam. why
wishes him. but promised a loss of troubling. muskratish. sunken means. you'd better go suck fuel and burn. withering & why doesn't he also appear. in suspicious half-sentences. finding a moment to expand an attack. & goes back speaking Monday, October 24, 2005 a
pretty nice coat. nobody recognizes. and your heart is burst. old goat. old carver in the terrible. we in our hats make scenes. tiny wordless dramas out of language. a hex on it. the traditional butt. of old comforts. we'll have the distance up close. Sunday, October 23, 2005 whose
real poet took walks. inside quiet machinery. queer as coagulation. whose poet singles to right. under an oil rig guessing. it's the poet whose here belongs to the gawk. whose poet collaborates. is. armed for propagation of the faith. clenched. jovial. i wouldn't have him. whose real poet suffers dolls. to be. beaming toward the dynamo. who's in the core. most
understand the ripe pear is a maple. as i was intrigued by both the movie and the film. an angel in it fine. if you will but. can i claim it. the maple you see is ripe pear. sky an old sheet. this approach is cantankerous. but both the play and the drama were compelling as any smudged palette. preferring various consumptive devices we get answers in both our teeth and our incisors. Saturday, October 22, 2005 i'm
working toward a path you'd walk any day just because the plants are strange enough. did you see me. i'd been unhappy for a month or two & i'd forgotten the shabby cabbage needed me as much as veggie-gro. the stonework means to pinch delight where it yelps. i'm working toward a new pomposity. almost
sarcastic enough to blear any sympathy. it was a shakespearean remedy and i took it. stand like an essence. look momentous. they like the nearness of such so bear it forth to all. say flatly straightly and mean it more than any thing. check your wallet. vote for more gas. i'm sure a drop in the bucket but i got plenty. & yr an apothegm we relish. merciless truth in blur. but
i don't want you writing like me as if this example fixed us & wobbled us home or as if winter's ready heat. you know. all that. like me in trouble again with a lout. justice coming down & the archarrogant in me tripling the odds we never get greater. no heady plinking up against soiled standards. a long line of nouns & verbs. then quit. for telling any inner itch goes. under & out. what
hiccup. blue. memo book 80 sheets. poignant retractable clarity. i'm an assumption where. which cloud bothers. the suspended and the shy. raised plumb lunatic. as leather. as pride. as pudgy noon. a heap of cardinals at the bottomless feeder. we. us. can go deep as night's plutonium core. just. will it. will it. watching
... one who acts for another ... sad agate smashing my crowdy purpose ... you thought we were actually the world ... you paid for it ... pugnacious little ... critter in critter clothes ... added up you get an extra ... pastoral in flames ... o shepherd what flock ... you get me standing ... for hypothetical eyes back to finish your phrase currently  |