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Friday, December 16, 2005 Thursday, December 15, 2005 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 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 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 back to finish your phrase currently  |