Friday, March 04, 2005
there aren't any trains. there are no trains.
and i don't like your tone of voice mister.
think yr better than us. right. that's it.
there aren't any trains. all put away by
the bombs. commonly available as say
picasso formerly accessible as kodachrome.
these iconic works with their engines puff
to the modern. and i still don't like it mister.
arguably epic. and yet hedonistic proportions
are the subordinating conjunction. just before
hundreds of sunny yellow pages fly up. there
we mistook the subject for its information. it's
everywhere in taverns and cafes. in growling
north african shaggy dogs. stuck to shoe-sole
privilege. predicates at risk. their barren coffers.
see. to publish our way through these troubles.
Thursday, March 03, 2005
don't tell. and bicker.
it's not a door. is.
this open. space.
based and proof.
of man. youth.
why bomb why.
or what. is.
forced to say
to boiling. art
one holds. arguments
urges. fables to
an actual shining. a dress for whispering.
when they want to hear. when it's light
they need. to wear what's left of snow.
a square-shouldered jacket frightens us.
but a shining dress is not so troublesome.
for playing bass guitar. for pitas. for all
this chat. with nothing to do. with class.
Wednesday, March 02, 2005
trilling as a place in the tongue we need. as
rachmaninov's les trois petits ébarbages. utter
gossamer in paris. our footage improvises in
modern kilowatts. each of the artists had an
argument for good measure. but the tongue
stopped detail. exports a revolutionary rigor.
waggles for the proletarian muse. this category
unsettles me. aren't you too. unsettled by the
romance. we took it for youth until he turned up
with a comb-over. wages of sin. wags the dollars
like meat near a sick tiger. lessons and harvests
spawn a new lethargy for the old sparkler. moo.
dealing hard numbers. just in time for the bogus division.
just whiling away. at loose ends as you in your robe.
whose heaven is an irritant. hell. another itch.
comes up the riverbank with an armload of bait. ambling
even striding over a field we believed around our necks.
a useful southern gothic. obligations. kudzu. fire ants.
Tuesday, March 01, 2005
when it begins you keep guessing.
for the length of a breath. then.
it amuses us. but not you. it says.
guess me. i'm undertaken. i'm slim.
but you are an immense philosopher.
riding a wave. we're blind to signs.
tolerant sun. there i said it. now let's move on.
must there. be. a verb. everywhere. stand still.
in the sea. a tolerant sun. in the stream. ice.
Monday, February 28, 2005
i will have said in looking down
that tremors come for good. it
matters less to know the work
than to have formed an open
sentence from which matters
leak. then in the central place
we find fresh produce resiliently
even accurately posed for sale.
what are you to make of this.
a tale comes to mind but you
were so young. that credulity
took most of your certainty for
rides over long acres in a wagon.
this was some time before self-
service and you were happy to
have your oxen fed sung and steamed
down there where the blind words go.
they are none in truth. none in a blasted virtue.
none in free companionship. none in going. in this.
they are none in recovering. none in back rooms.
they are none for the busses none for the chorus
none in blue gates in dread in jazz memories in me.
they are none in the wetlands. they're none in gas.
none in the branded prose. none roughly overnight.
none the last time we looked. none in me. not a one.
Sunday, February 27, 2005
mirror pushed into the hole.
fit a self with strings.
struggles in the desert.
my walk brings a catalogue.
pursues the grandfather's guilt.
which chapel coordinates mine.
a golden display.
relics for my gradual decor.
an orchestral muse unconscious.
wild genius committing whimsy.
about clothing the journey.
troubled or never married to.
fresh razor employment.
carted into these biographical foothills.
separate the disposable weakness.
sinister discoveries all over.
shame unfolding resilient in bodies.
authentically unusually insightful.
one by one and credibly suburban.
150 black and white photos.
i take the conquering episode.
i whisper to end up dramatic.
Saturday, February 26, 2005
pardoned as. my sentimental. my fort.
a catholic turnpike merger never felt
so right. duress under asylum i make
it. and yours is pretty. standard and
pleasant. we're all forgiven as eight
short liturgies fold into an absorbing
story of semi-heroic rushing around.
i'm packed for a field trip and gone.
tricked in the public display of. an exhibition
of doctored photos. shot up with dying smiling
they remind us of one reproduction. a tradition
in tough neighborhoods. one face. one post.
many faces. ill-fated and blessed. british for a
minute then poor in round lake beach. a trick
for strangers. tear your technologies. to bits.
my psychic. my ontological perversely to be
blown better by bombast. better by breakfast.
binging bungling believing by blueness bitten
by binary blizzards. better. barked beyond by
my ontological. my ophthalmological ably to see
my psychological. is my ontological stuckness in a.
an a. an average ashy accidental allusion. an arch.
an ache as an aversion. an animal abundance. an
aptitude aroused as arrogance. astonished. about
my ontological versus my psychic tendencies to be.
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