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Friday, May 06, 2005 wizened and tardy among wooden
cats or figures as wood worded in cats none can claim a musical vision so terribly fit as the sun sees itself now. hard shadowed. lightly rounded or a cello might. none turn to remembering love (as equal to) sight then sound and the others. none deny books of it. poured into
my digging. my massed inventive. about the time i became recognizable in depth. all a handful of minutes in complex gardens as if i were the spade and farther down the work. then. then i cut in favor of the century. all new. belted and terrific in easy blues. simply sloppy. i am being
difficult on purpose because you are the portion i want to delay.
you will go away maybe shaking your head. but i will stray on
in my difficulty. this air around me now. you. you. who
are not (decisive within a bookshop). i was sitting out while the porch quivered. you red bird master of my pretense carted off the thick black book of letters. telling surfaces.
now for the tribal courses. fire in delicacy. the right carcass. woven of geraniums and fallen willow string. telling of it as an approval. for the children's sake. so they'll know enough. to go on. without paper fingers. Thursday, May 05, 2005 taste should go for long stretches
of falling away. it should always excuse itself & allude to viral spores. taste in the mirror looks red and immoral. it couples. mine is mine and mine with mine. it flirts with an architect. look. taste is the subject. it goes off. swilling secrets. it isn't the kind of thing that classy people ever talk about. why late
for the guess. i took it by mistake & couldn't pretend to rhyme hide with inside. any more. so here. justice for breath. mercy in the lurch. i'm celebrating the classic themes. no more blues after you've gone. away. i'll still have this hunch. these hot stumpy wings. Wednesday, May 04, 2005 what tedium carted this out to
the curb and said listen you rat-faced poker-nosed limit, i got a mind to. you ineffectual. you suture. you cue-card. i'm gonna. and over there too. humming a reference to the long gone minors. unschooled pecking and bowing. as in i
haven't thought any of this before i would prefer not to think any of it now i don't recognize any part of myself in this engine. i'll take the bus. i don't see me in your shiny shoes. as in the relief of an arc taken past its own vague sudden opinion. of say a corner where a bug goes. still getting
served after all this archeology. the passing froze me and i stuck to now for now. i found nothing but i found the fire pattern. why for example the vulgar term rises from the general hubbub. every time. flame-like if not exacting a destination such as lunch. a good burger. Tuesday, May 03, 2005 when mother pines blonde and her
baby suffers. these days are perfect billiards. even on paper. knocked round through thorns & unfaithful i'm deleted & pastoral. where the sun's uncomfortable matters resolve themselves upwards like father. i go like spiderwork small & single to the pocket. no for
access it tells me a crucial nexus violated many borders & cannot go on. without me. no access thunder. no access musical philosophy. misunderstood me. got reorganized with red roots & true galvanic shadow machines. that's cute. & what i give becomes a sightless viewer. still carry
me cataleptical. overdone in a red tie. i'm home in convincing the x box to stop whining. water is good moonlight any morning. small white son of tragedy. draped over something southern. me in a daze was it from the ska way down to this. Monday, May 02, 2005 walking i'm a vow to walk. a legged
retina. not rhetorical but substandard. completely false completely receptive as sometimes a bird in the segmented sky might perform. on. i wrote it
stumbling fast. for your nuisance. and you come over grumbling in roses. that's just what we meant when we said. years from now. next week. your chocolate is so far. not many limousines wait for the big explanation. Sunday, May 01, 2005 fifty romance. good lesson for
interest. pay no gains for losing. taken alike to best of dining. fortunate and kingly as loving heroes. fifty-nine romance does the all new way for chemistry. rich & comic talking for new models. good deals. i'm not the one drinking story. not one. if yr looking
for it. come on over. i understand. we've got a new one. i guess it's come to this. us & this regular trajectory. i will (i) not be undersold as i shift toward the modern. i will be staunch & as fit as a frenzy. gears & x-ray fins. in literature
you can't refuse. you can't say the same word over and over and over and and. and. and and without failing. because there was no life. no one signpost. or only one. but the wrong. and is not a word. for anyone lively in his or her head stuck as snapshot shut and. even. an entity of sorts. without eye sight. hat lore.
and without one i'm celebrating. victories of the deeply divided ozone. sun turbulence. razor wedge. absorbed alike by this unimaginable brilliance. my head your best wishes our sleek new interstate road. all at the ready. we give us permission to. the problem
is you do it every day. it is what love mentioned. you do it every day. and it is saying this that recognizes how to. unbend theology. there is a far off. to do every day is to wallow in disorganized love. to tear off the curtain and guess for moments at a time. what devices will serve. what sobrieties. Saturday, April 30, 2005 heister in the act of most sincerely.
taking god's word putting it out for sun. was it actually you know. god's. & putting it out he might as well have done us dirty in triplicate. i'm stealing what thunder i find. in the pews. to be explicitly. armed for the next edition. as in haste. excuse me
there's a sameness. subtle & founded in 1903. a wing for fanning not flight. there's a limpid graphic odor. a scale on the demographic slide. for pleasing and encoding new translations of antique skin. antic assemblage. as if the dodgers had finished off the turks in double overtime. a deficient
martyrology. lacking condiments. fills me up. schools me down for the ages. i never wanted to be. one of them. supposed there were women pleating. bleating men evoking. the stag hunt reckoning. all of us straining to the desert the layer. pierced. i wanted something vaguer. and more just. back to finish your phrase currently  |