Friday, April 01, 2005
this should convince you to put on your boots. the swamp
is for music. it reeks and reels seductive as an ivy tower's
shelves. frogs frogging everywhere. a simple sentence to
diagram. put my hands in brown water. a deep surmise so
vital it got my knees to itching. an accurate species. laws.
for mathematical provocation. a frog every fourteen inches.
course joe strummer had it. and shut past the door.
his in the wondering night. was a road thing. a bit
on the lam tale we like. the big world diner. heaven
penciled rude. noise. make me the nightshift captain.
i'd serve it. up the sky mountain down the shacks of
white smothered towns. motors no fatigue. no sleep.
shows an open frame. you wouldn't need a dictionary
to fill it. the unreasoned form we take in breathing us.
the flame never came so close to the hole. i took you
for angelic purposes. i took the whole box. packed a
good lunch not knowing if there'd be elms or oaks or
whippery willows. and took the picture where no one
ever shines undimmed. but watch as hunters do. a sky.
Thursday, March 31, 2005
Your credit card debt is a FRAUD!
slave to a slab of heat coming off the sky
slave to bending the next branch
slave to the breathing next or later
slave to justice verisimilitude ephemera
slave to the edges continually slipping off
slave to original music
slave to fetish religion
A New Model A New Mode
slave to finance
YOU need this for YOUR children
slave to death to haunts to great cities and small
slave to enigmas of innocence
slave to the vague one
slave in the judgment slave in the book
Get a Free ONE in 60 Seconds
slave to the seige of improbable delight
slave to the unabridged the faith the language the slaughter
YOU can do this Without intelliGENCE
slave in the afterword slave in the preface
slave in the middle where slaves travel
DO NOT PAY FORE IT
slave secrets slave churches slave statues
slave soul harmonies slave wit revisionism
slave on the surface slave on the radio
slave to upper-class comedy
slave in the public persona
slave as the only female
slave prince slave king
Be A FULL-Fledged MEMBER
slave brushing and combing
slave complicating slave
slave filming slave mourning
slave units slave tricks slave opera
ALONG with ALL other Art WORLDS
slave poetry dazzling fascinating
slave keepsakes slave palaces
slave magic treasure
SLAVE more complex than informal
SLAVE hearts in a pile of SLAVE mornings
what SLAVE what long SLAVE what dove
all slave everyday one slave after another
to love to sun to thresholds to cunning
to clouds floors seasonal truths to fluttering
muttering cluttering puttering guttering on
better to say this is empty. at least yr swimming.
sounding the deep flats arguably pebbled over
with drowned bones. not precise. not shadows.
take my hand and. these nuances do no justice.
what you twist twists you. deep cities dreaming.
Wednesday, March 30, 2005
god's mind. no dice. place and time.
in triplicate. my refusal to speak
to generations hence. this gumption
to twist dry skin into an icy crown.
look. it catches the light. perfecter
of here. old horse. a blind whinny.
thinking about the memo. the gift.
or it is all magic in suspense. you can imagine us
as thread. as god liking everything once and then
liking more of it. giving soul to any impulse. ox.
or wolf. let it go on. while our small parts flush
past believing. all intellect for the back porch. &
look the winter. the wind as coyote. the facts all
over our shoes. minute complexity irritates an egg
in my tongue. always put a word out for the sun so.
Tuesday, March 29, 2005
in which we find only turning away.
in which fields of winter grass approving.
in which i stand still.
in which a temperature tells human time.
in which the clock venerates.
in which we turn away.
in which a pear lights the way.
in which all objects shiver.
in which a good dog runs.
in which action merits a substantial gratuity.
in which the message of love has consumed.
in which we turn to find.
in which the study becomes single-minded.
in which a flight of the eyes.
in which stresses a sign in yourself.
in which of life in a certain tune.
in which make new marks golden.
in which i mark and mark and mark and mark.
in which my mark encloses.
in which the listening and the digression go.
in which song these options.
in which every word.
in which the scored surfaces of earth below.
in which business and nervous spirituality.
in which a mark refuses.
in which the finding turns to mark.
without a verb a good look. yes an urge
especially. blue as yr own mirror. yes
not now. not later. yes. without persons.
wheels like kettle drums. starling songs
around brown swamps. yes. a hawk down.
without sparrows. no mob in either rich
hemisphere. no down in particular. yes
just a power of when. when it actually
when it consistently. when it even ever.
Monday, March 28, 2005
a rocky feast. compassionate. as willows. each
human being takes a turn from afar. derivative.
it must be that some won't ever get it. i won't.
my mechanical joy drives a transparency home.
the children are well-behaved and silent as ice.
our blue light drives through them. right past.
Sunday, March 27, 2005
what you were looking for. there was too much. expectation.
the boulders. the water. must have meant the sky cornering
down. and you were looking. for the supreme manipulation &
your youth a resolute feud. without lemon. without years.
western Capitalization. And Urgently freely Done beCause
we've Got gods Everywhere. begging Attention like our Pet.
Darling... looks Like a Fine Day in weathery Silk Boxers.
turns me to the foreign beach a goon. these peaceful noons.
arranged as fluent terminals. which on a corner believes i'm
what the next voice proposed. it was life. good and we loved
to worship its big god. breath. for living hunts us rudely out
from edges. and us reading feuerbach and marx. swimming for it.
which came up and demanded any other coming up.
we're settled and anecdotal. beside the frozen
floridians. here she comes with a head full. of
poetry. just past arm's round hole. i'm walking
lightning. don't pass. don't roll off the tongue.
quiet please be quiet this. morning. thank you.
sure the table winces. the tale goes. under the cup.
when we're just unsure. it could fall this way. that.
what light without sun. what violin scouring reason.
a just virus taking us off to day. wild faking day.
Saturday, March 26, 2005
two sneezing wildly in the next room. for anecdotes now.
god isn't an awful distance. no theater with singing ids.
something from life. so disturbed we couldn't say blessing.
a shock to our system turns wisdom into a voluntary spasm.
long loved hoped. this shameless darkening bought by faith.
living in one snake. isn't this what you meant.
for all the rigid lessons a combination lingers.
bees and trees. orphans and geese. double mirrors.
i'm looking at you. final prince of doubtfulness.
is today the central. pebble. in strings of sentiment.
a source you get for free. thumbing. icey catalogues
for a day song. we'll take this one. and this. posed
as an inkling ready as a duckling to swim in saturday.
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