Friday, April 08, 2005
good gruel for you. you get hinges & mysteries.
figure the past was a loss leader. marked read.
you get the next popular footnote. greased &
shameless. nothing to skew. nothing to simmer.
i get an unexamined moment. innocent slogans.
taken to prayer. whose pedagogy stutters.
is this a lesson or is it an audience. mother
in broklyn cracks open the poems. out out
spill shoes throats hands crosses & scripts
predictions on the lower deck. we kneel &
move to the next nervous exercise. knowing.
Thursday, April 07, 2005
help us. as we. scuttle the niche.
drive it down among the purifying
temblors. help us lumber the core.
bless our afternoon fire our spite.
a finical moment. were the hawks done with shadows.
sure. i was uncertain for a moment. but i'm ok now.
here in the new. i fix my spaces. i put you in them.
but birds and trees will have to fend for themselves.
were the hawks. were they done. in timeless shadow.
Wednesday, April 06, 2005
i'd been typical and full
so rumpled you left. &
a ticker saved me. it's
a new service. we get
free for clearing other
fields. nature poetry's
lordly combustion say.
never go too long with
reasons. some inches.
some sudden miles so.
except in imagination
life's consort saves
us in sparks winks &
ordinarily as walkers
we please ourselves
in hollows & cool bends
reasonably far gone
on day's devotions
folded & settled in air
before we had
ice as snow
& jumpy wind from no
being witty. i learned a new fruit. i backed off
when it came unfairly. into this new process i
learned everything happening in new skills you
can learn a new rule. mimic a pleasant switch.
stick to shirts with great insects and flowers.
was it fresh air that stunned us into eden or
Tuesday, April 05, 2005
did you think it was for your improvement.
these selfless numbers. dried like raisins.
didn't it just. you think it was a thrill. i'm
urging windows. you get windows and this
time it took to squint. squint. squint. squint.
which comic devices. do you think.
the old woman. the pie. or the frog.
a twisted. flung out. never answered.
geese. dogs. cats. butter in a blue vase.
which comic elements. as in breeding.
his summersault news. there. counteracted.
welts and scratches. a sore bum.
pliers and furnaces. jelly like mud.
which laughter on a theme. of losing love.
Monday, April 04, 2005
there are places to go for song. white
porches. i got an itch and a scratch it.
song used to ridiculous syntax. regards
to the public. places where any joe's
welcome bald hoot earns a simple rub.
for smiley ears like it. as for a joke well
look here. tell us something we know.
better quiet than true. or maybe
a battered red grammar. a sheet
of cheap white. unruled. look i'm
saying normal things here. normal
as a goat. i saw one once. true
the way it shit puritanical. o say.
better quiet than this. say prayer.
a pile of prayer on the small desk.
i'm turning back to face. talk about
how long hair. appreciate this form.
where any edge invites a jump. to
Sunday, April 03, 2005
see this is why you shouldn't go benign.
forms and purposes are dry birds flying.
into my olive eyes i'm crying realize it's.
a real deadly word this tear in trousers.
now everyone can see a limited flourish.
you shouldn't go humiliated as in fainting.
or a benign coot shuffling over underbrush.
take time to say which wilderness you meant.
with the actual real carnival. i'm prepared to say
what real words needed. what in fact prepared
me for the swings the slides the merry-go-round.
we went round and flat. but i knew it considerate
of my freely staying put. actual illusion of saying.
here. go where. the next piece. small after local
real carnivals. so large in serious. in the drama of
Saturday, April 02, 2005
he loses. consciously.
thread. spring fed
a long edge.
you know him.
with crickets now
so loud we turn.
he loses. conscious
electrical as cities
two of them.
two paper ones
the dog the other cat
& doctors. representing
the village. exactly seven.
limits. i'm saying two cards.
this inspiring. devout. one
whole. and heartedly nothing
but two against the
form-led world. as flat.
i'm not the real mosquito.
honestly. one side
is empty. one side
ignoring my inauthentic
back to finish your phrase currently