Friday, February 11, 2005
for the best stop. for laughing out of mind.
for an axel on purpose. for o any skeptic.
here tunnels. here ruined pages. here the
reggae stroller on an arc toward the next
eden. what our teeth meant in goodbyes.
who. he serves without credentials and picks fitness
for the crowd. so swerve or jump it. masses in faces
weren't no parade loss. who dresses us minute by
night. the tiny rules in wallets are done watching us.
who. we in our golden nerves. immaculate tractors. us.
you must pay this. a standard. a terrible thing
to correspond in evolutionary terms. to an i in
white socks even when the dance is finished
full of. balances for grace. balances for ed's
old. was it. ecosystem. while i'm trying to eat.
about the whale wasn't it a fatal engine. sure.
here in this body. as the harried kinesiologist
shuffles in. we're a subtle contrivance. nerves
sentences. days for pushing centuries without
big ideas. just plenty green shadows. & a guess
Thursday, February 10, 2005
all for the sake of. new things
to say. floats down these orders to
mumble insinuate and impune or. get out
into dearest. love reliant over and under
the current the energy of. subtle soil.
at large is futile. what looks like
a line is really. a canyon as deep.
a finger's force. a child. watching
what snow does to books. while we
lift time like a shirt of adverbs. a line
Wednesday, February 09, 2005
it does get to be pretty boring. as an assent
becomes the night we left the book. the night was
gargantuan in its television. we struggled past we
weathered rude tall weeds and voiceless. to leave
the book. boring that. it does get to be pretty. it.
an arm for the romantic course. a blanket.
what the tree meant in all the bibles. tent
the tribe. against saturday rain. cartoons
are all re-runs. said the games are broken.
you be the priest and we'll be the sinners.
now we need a series. a tool of them.
now in the foot holes. made silver as
tomorrow coming. a brace of lances for
leaves. now. now tomorrow leaves us
going to settle a border. red rocks
all forgotten in a row. some fuss in
a range. of a told stone device. here
sudden. going all a sudden difference.
a box then. in a row of coins. a side.
Tuesday, February 08, 2005
add the dry ponder. argument flowers.
a world's possible like birds. beaten.
then another fragment. a claim for. an
option surrounded. meddle with these
in a gray bowl for a while. flatten in
a headache light. busy with bruises.
tell to give. tell in bundles. tell far off.
listed and. proposed as hot crime. denied.
any such as this. and an eventual success.
as the renowned conductor functions. i'm
on stark reality as it bolsters my prime
numbers. i'm pumping the heart of three
with tragedy. hanging the doom of seven.
seizing the hometown palette by the eye.
Monday, February 07, 2005
the hookahs of our youth in crazy world took all the fury.
we were happy then in the hemlock in the laurel caves.
we wrote whole engines of portability and carried them.
we carted them to delectible campuses and revved them.
the hookahs took all the birds and took them to poetry.
quotas blot me. time's green spike.
football currents. a thesis in jelly.
these ruffs and tuffs dunk me down.
i'm all for thumping dread to sleep
the eager the buttered the salted.
intelligent. so tell me. what ruse
was it. you know. we were used
to paper that. a few nights. sure
wasn't a flying insect. read as yr
mechanical hitch. took it for pure
song. was it any girl's. yr muse.
Sunday, February 06, 2005
that when you becomes if not a lie
then an inaccuracy one thin moment
along with the rest. that ineffective
unforgiven slant. when scaredy boy
sits up in light. breathing and an
opportunity. a site as the adults
say. here this site pretense with
a lung full or two and a pulse not
false. tried to say and think one
true thing. so you appears no
ghost for the moment but perfect
in its personhood. perfect for a
site to pitch tent in full light.
o there he is. and the other. with
the other. pale but clearly there.
then is when it. then when it says.
a foot of me in green is enough but a yard's too
many. i was white before the prairie map. was it
death valley. there i was pale blue and privileged
to know it. enlivened as a thousand plants come
trembling from a ruined town. i wrote this pink.
simple in yellow. contorted in plastic. helpful in how.
why would any one do this.
over and over and over and.
you helplessly reduce what
they seek to talk about it
isn't fat. but lean. why do
the francis dance. in a skirt.
when pants are good. why.
self slander. you. there wanted.
blue in constantine. ever meant.
a new sound. without you we're
red severely and whited hope.
seen trying. for ever shall be. real.
for god's stumbling glories. so.
just nice. just another bad one. dried
and blown off. let gone in a second.
Saturday, February 05, 2005
a little more vibrato there for cousins.
we lost them in the seventies. translated
back into the audience. looking for thick
paper. without a recognizable process.
all my hairy cousins then. went looking
for tremendous paychecks. we. on the
tremolo now. o. small as the pale roots.
small in the distracted cafe. in the song.
odds edges. i a soph.
can you hear it. i a
clam in the ocean.
i broke on the in
side. i know it i a
knowing one. of
who talk in the way
off the edged. as odd.
but i wasn't singing did you think
i was such old-fashioned. did you.
i was telling time. it wouldn't listen.
so what. i had a rough symbol for it.
i was modern all the way. an elk.
and the time. the song. the telling.
stood a nuisance. in my way. and
nothing came of it. but. one thing.
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