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.
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