Friday, November 18, 2005
fire in the mishap
amounts to versions
temporary as. you.
i have something.
you forget. let it.
burn. me. cool as.
fog's edge & rot.
say arthur. and say arthurian. say author. say book.
a stringy bit of chicken in your teeth. a good guess.
we're made of articles as if we were articulate points.
say the wintry sky is made for sinking. say now this.
aren't you ready for gelato with that book. scour it.
build myself of an emphatic sociology wherein. i go
building all day your you-ness. saying put the arches
there. and there beside the difference. the listening.
it takes all day but i forget about the nervousness
that comes like a wild european daydream. triumphal i
in an orange overcoat have whichever answer you want.
Thursday, November 17, 2005
well i ain't gonna worry about it. you believe that
don't you. the red runner's gag goes far on string.
one string on night. maybe one other on leaving.
where the stupid morning shows how far everything's
gone. far as one thing. far as the church goes. a
final music that runs like a wheel so going down.
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
this state of mind
a ready listener
some time before
set fire to a barn
spoken of as
hearing the word
learning what it
i was perplexed
i was satisfied
praying for the
time i understood
to hear something
and asked me
that i should
and that i should
men have been known
to their masters
good men have
it would be safe
to write my own
a piece of timber
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
she's on weightwatchers and she weighs a hundred and five pounds.
he's an opening. and so scared it would anger him grieve him.
she's in the assigned seat beating her forehead against crazy parents.
he's pointing his ears up ready for a sniff of work suspended.
thrilling to an idea. taken in a rubber sack. a flowering genetic ore.
Monday, November 14, 2005
like some big. time or. woman or. maybe the sea.
in pieces not trivial bits. the best parts. kindness
as the distance covered. a section of light or an
acclamation thrilling as one quick blow. then
not much. a few older students waiting for now.
if i took the sweatshirt, i'd be more comfortable now.
it's an afternoon of honey locust pods and flying rats.
you are there in your marxian determination.
chained in private, we go on dealing with the realities.
my heart is inditing a tremor in the curse.
he says passing and cornering the rocket.
i don't even know who you are. and he.
say in the vortex of youth. barges on to
obliterate heavens episodes and details
unlike musical spears. that's to know or
breathe enough to seize an evolution a
performance of night turning to her kids.
and he. i don't even know who you are.
Sunday, November 13, 2005
this apparently dim
a place of
as an object
aged and lichened
coaxed and beckoned
whose was this
was to be held
it was not
of lives is not
larger fuller more
to be seen
was a man
but a woman
the whole world
through her existence
the particular year
of less consequence
what had begun
could not resist
Saturday, November 12, 2005
soon. a sumatran barcode set me going. then
terrific heads and necks randomized me. ugly
in the pummel. short on a salvific rumination.
i the prettiest cornflower barrelling home. i
a condensation of only red thoughtfulness.
breaking any kiss into any thousand collars.
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