Thursday, December 22, 2005
that one pose you take ... full of consonants ... bitten

to flames in windowframes ... that one ... in sodden

sweatshirts ... uncomplimentary silences ... of white

bits ... where you amount to something and i'm glad



thick white paint cracked ... dirty ... animals for food ...

a wooden world ashamed ... of its failure to think a ...

curtain grain ... after morning stops pretending... i'm

needled back to sky-smouldering ... dirty ... hungry ...



Wednesday, December 21, 2005
steelworker ... tainted tap water ... my baby's gone i

got no baby ... couldn't ... deforested ... as unusual

far thunder ... broken levee ... got no baby still ... i

got a real gone ... microscopic plenitude ... real gone



complex and intellectual ... chickens in a pan

taste good ... in a deathpan ... represented by

the silver lake of this idea ... chickens do fly



contains a particular narrative thread ... concerned

that he's walking ... not so much the red socks and the

red engines ... somewhere ... way out to snow where

anyone hints ... brings the reader to more metaphysical



Tuesday, December 20, 2005
minimally carded ... carded at the lower edge of cardage

and ... the kid for christmas took it all home in a red bag ...

these rules for pumping make me silly ... on the fumes ...

well thank you for being the nap we lost on purpose ... a

moderate fit ... fit me exhaustively ... over and under alls



Monday, December 19, 2005
i swallow their sentence ... it took me all of a life ... spider-

life ... for an ounce of attention ... i took it to my stomach ...

will you let me serve ... your festive engines ... strung here

and here ... to swing for saying ... i swallow your sentence

whole ... a box of willies a cooler of ... look ... a life to say



now as a harness ... looking toward the stump ... spring

gone convenient as a laugh ... we were thinking about

jelly ... slanted apostrophe ... chewing on prosperity's

blue cork ... us ... provoking the sky to playful ice



Sunday, December 18, 2005
to forgetting ... then to the switches worked as fingers ...

there's an estuary in each of our eyes ... two then four ...

you see ... i'm at a lost crossing ... where i was never

yours ... neither woman nor man ... lonely as anyone just

now ... open and closing ... why loud birds needed a part ...

launched into new bodies ... and crying winter ... whisper

us out as guesses ... to stop tongues organs bottles ...

with flowering jittery sameness ... this is the only life



and good and terrible ... stillness



Saturday, December 17, 2005
whose story must never be told



in old ... tangled ... not sure which ...

there's only seeming ... and the losses

like smoke ... good enough ... stop

chasing anything ... poetry or love

long ago ... nothing to do with birds



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