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Friday, April 22, 2005 and having written such shamefulness
there's nowhere to turn for solace a welcoming glance or a blue hand no comfort for the vileness of a weakness no red sauce no constitutional defense. all the right's run out of you so. what i in
the road go trying. what i go trying along to do. when i messing with the volume it go louder. when a bad guy come around i push him out. go get a hammer. get like a kid his daddy or hell even mama. in the road it sunny. this is no lie. nobody sing as a layer in the road of going. for far into this day. no other got me in time. no other coming to tell and tell. like south
of the border but not mexico city here comes an easy break. fable and curtsy of old blocks and walls. something making up its way. we get our dues paid and slammed. then we get hands full of paper and tragic are they saxophones pushing together. picked for muscle and some stranger in the eye go. the way the eye go you'd think it's a pirate. Thursday, April 21, 2005 i don't do any of that but anxious.
but yellow yes. instead of the pasted letters take a chocolate no. i'm the son of hipster chance. thrown all over it like a monkey in the bamboo. wounded eyes for quarters. ground up me. not doing any of it but you aren't
smart enough yet. still. come back when you are smarter. in order. with a smiley. come back smarter and in order. come back once the lesions have healed. smarter and as the ribbons of crow filter down come back. we say. come floating as nurses and smarter than bellies. you aren't yet. not smart enough. yet. for stagecraft.
and a voice. for going out and back. we are the thrills and. we suspect the light's on so. but i am not convinced. the last time we tried this. is what you meant. does it have the right face. on. you were collecting me in this and this and the next. for lights to the day. night. bounding comes of it all. Wednesday, April 20, 2005 who gets to read will assign a
quarter of the life to lying. then jumping out of the way. then wild graynesses of many kinds. then listening to what comes of bad guesses. you in the eyes of who's reading are a quizical shape arriving smelling like a smoked-up century. frayed cuff where the shoe hits the pavement. wish. wishing. in a good book. who picked.
and slid the desk's ugly song ugly name into the square. with hands raised to that window. there i was among the bad ones scratched for bugs and found some. as the floor shook as i measured my shadow against the ugly dong and ding. who picked.
and slid the desk's ugly voice ugly song. and stood with hands raised to a window. reading into reflected light the bad song of day of bad people who forget more in the bad guess we make. of puny organs. organizations. rules. which thing
in the world this is calling. and rudely. not behaving. god only knows we say. as if god needs to. but here i'm kneeling on the world and aching. you think that thing's dust. so right you be. as calling it. it comes to hum on its knees. have received
any. haven't joined. come soon. water rising. merrily. i mean this canoe holds two. so you'd let time run out before we smother the secret. flowing as the lake breathing. i own these twenty centuries. i peel them so. you come too. with useful lungs. Tuesday, April 19, 2005 Monday, April 18, 2005 what gud. what brightnesses in
earnest mean us. when i'm sparkled. yr plangent. and in triplicate we're rosy as predictable freudian windows. what guarded melody took back all its intuition. left us gurgling & pointing to our buttons. dancing bugs. uncarefully
unstitched. to ruin of fingers leave a threading. permission to leave and let me go. uncarefully. made of bonus tick and tock. stitched. drooling. unready for a maturity. or hung from a branch of trickling. Sunday, April 17, 2005 imagine over enough time. it accumulates
a language. graces a stage in soft shoes. wires for vowels. belts for consonants. imagine over time. it relaxes into an impression of the great stars. twinkles. twinkle so. a deer goes
two birds. a bird goes a glove. is enough in paper in sight while the rest sleep. a woman goes an arch. a wall goes a fabric of light. and stands for bewildering. Saturday, April 16, 2005 gorging beyond the neurotic. going
full. into it and out. then you make a small medical doll & tell it to hurry & stop being so neurotic. no one wants this edition. but i have ten different kinds of ink & you need me. as neurotic as delicious in a sandstorm as one good breath. if i let it in. not this
world the other curls. seventeenth century hygiene or syntax looks good on a modern is it adonis. queued. waiting for next day's parking. stumbling into milton for a cup of coffee while the wheels get rotated. that girl there needs more schooling. a hairbrush. my sir seizing.
is that the ocean coming up. which eye looks in. which tooth cracks ice. my sir. the windows look all bunched up. the carpet needs you. the walls a long guess. if i'm forgotten
before i've been written i'm grovelling as in absence. history tells me as stone or stone breath in stone shell curving up to the marble floor. i'm reaching in dry weather. yr reason forestalls a tale in me. a cool stable. i'm forgetting what's lucky in artifacts generations examinations. back to finish your phrase currently |