Friday, December 16, 2005
whose giddy Peninsula



Thursday, December 15, 2005
one fainting robin



Wednesday, December 14, 2005
as a margin i'm on fire. prizes coming from all directions.

they like me in my striking littleness. in my pronominal

decorations. they like me in french tenderness aflame.

to the side i'm one of the troubling affections. applied

and conscious. without handles. without nerve. a gas.



Tuesday, December 13, 2005
worth less

stand still

death less

a glow

a float

a light



made a fiction when i said.

hard by the cold side rising.

made a fiction in my old shoes.

breaking up now breaking down.



seven or eight blind guys born like fish.

one more in the plastic wrap.

three doors to sadness and immense joy.

twenty-nine at last count humming.

four stitching lies into prayer.

six unsatisfied.

ten packing up for the day.



journal note ... what are those

euclidean points ... leaning down

from the ragged lines ... inkspots

not arrows ... tending to white ...

far from it ... but you know ...

tending toward ... the new sheep


there's just ... so much ... peace



Monday, December 12, 2005
who having no idea ...

i'm sure it were not three ...

fairly vexed corpuscles ...

what ... what and ... what



to start without the subject ... there ... a sweet green capsule

dissolving under the tap ... we left ... to stare at objects reeling



selected the inner lunch of adequate low fat ...

the inner truffle as sequined guest ...

the inner dollar quartered ...



Sunday, December 11, 2005
when i want some other

how

a trickling savage other


and funny too


an other down

shout street



marked me earnest and took her nervy slanders comical

then steps and stairs to the garden bloomed so what

we still need slots for guessing and re-arranging

terribly important so call back when the shaking stops



blanking stark red ... going to general ...

here's the potion swig it ... here's mouth ...

a shard of story left over ...

make me hundreds ... break new ground ...

the cross of a new day ... startling

bird blue ... i look just like it ...

white on the corners ... where the eyes

go ... blanking on out ... into night ...



Saturday, December 10, 2005
finding every fingertip ... irrelevant ... a grotesque inflatable

selfishness ... viral inflections ... a damnable intellectualism ...

then the blood in the streets ... not mine and so ... not ...

finding a course on it ... a book ... finding hours in my shoes

weren't enough ... to stop it ... faults me finally ... faithless



how far was i wintering ... with pockets full of cash ...

a stumbling on saying ... then picking it up like ash

of burnt angels ... aren't we coming on like a rash

in elbow crooks ... red and harmless ... sure we are

winters in shirtsleeves ... frost ignites the cars

go on ... knowing what the street ... can only guess



tolerant to the farthest point ... a bird goes

as a version of its speech ... anxious fingers

stark as the alphabet ... i wanted farther

flight ... to touching what's all counted in

books ... my seasons and fractions ... of an



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