Friday, June 03, 2005
with hands so small to never play the piano.
remembering these jeans have holes in them.
they who come back looking for old songs.
hasn't there been enough shame at last.
to recommend an author to decide which season.
old and tardy cuts past an untransforming grammar.
while thinking no words but splinters.
my impersonal attention to distances will suffer.
forcing milwaukee to comply with his innocent.
as hands so small to remove whole paragraphs.
following was it.
by the right to never stand up in class.
by breath to speak holes through any day.
cornered in whispers as hawk-fallen sparks.
there i go polite again. merely rookish in ire.
you too completely flubbed under floors of
us and us and us. flocks in fact of dopey
psychology they say. which makes us one
swirling mumble out to the center where it.
& i'm a tremor a timorous tumble a tongue.
Thursday, June 02, 2005
i'm quite scarey now actually. pin my tie back.
take me for princeliness in a black car. ugly boy
in a black car. but he makes alot of money. & so
books feel good in a cabana. while i scare a
uniform down from the ceiling. look it's god in his
final exam. god makes me scarey in many places.
now that settled. us. you can't
even say box anymore. (some-
thing here) once gone stays put.
offers her chips to. adjusts her
skirt. he knew what he meant. a
political or an artistic sort.
suppose you need. but which call comes in
then you appear ridiculous and posing. your
own voice said back to your own voiceless
face. suppose you need. well i'm always here
for you. and grimace. a face made voice call
me. you'll feel better when the oranges come.
what you want is a nice. yes. one of those.
Wednesday, June 01, 2005
wishing for a gap. a hole in the language tics.
we're all old women now. nothing wrong with that.
even he went here & there did this & that. famously.
catching a cough mid-flight. it goes singing.
for now. no singing. but who in a second. in a minute.
u r a faggot it goes. in song it's a. thrush.
matter of fact this moving was a stirring not
a shaking not a quick leap not a propulsive
gulp. i'm writing from the damp moraine. new
shuffling ever gets enough of me. i'm slow as
you know. a glacier. to turn yr historical into
my trademark elusive. my heart my heart my
Tuesday, May 31, 2005
in it without the obscenities please. whose ideas
go plastic & radical as the uprooted saying. why
haven't you done anything for us. there i said it.
i mean the obscene in such beautiful ebony ends
& curves. for captions even never listen. it's blood.
we're still a war. we're a war still. i forgot
& we're a war. & still. what it said. how we
are still a war when i forgot. we were. still
a war & all that. it means i forgot war. & i
said what. we're a war in it still. & still.
hole opens & i mutter in watercolor. do something.
but here we've got earthen urges toward loss &
this bright home turning significant. we watch as i
mutter in oil. never expected this. artifacts binding
edges against simple erosions. my saying you see.
beat the predictable. beat it to hell while
yr pulling staples from the old year. there
a bright idea this. kid isn't. forgetting it
& forging a new techno out of the typos we
set. carefully in the center of the meadow
unrhetorical as inside in. all encouraged &
satisfied to have beaten back an expector.
whimsy with blueberries. all unsold books must be eaten.
fact is. i'm a pretty good graphic device.
first wrote gelatinous back under santa fe's watchful.
you don't like it. you don't like it. one bit.
with these beeps that call us out we never stop receiving.
and we like that. like it very much thank you.
Monday, May 30, 2005
wasn't it for pockets of subjects that we belly up to saying.
wasn't it for a mountainous delight in hunting wild science.
wasn't it for the introductions & consequences unfortified.
wasn't it in a rude deafening electronical fit all for reading.
for offending my kabuki decade. i get teachings &
rivals. while away. these photos came with hand-
sewn apologies & reasons from the fierce market book.
as funny as counting my wit. it goes off & nothing bleeds
or burns but. i go on troubling with roses the deer ate.
& not even trying to be funny. not counting the tulips or
what the cat left on the rug. a grossness of fact & form
as poetry fudge ripple yogurt. nobody even found my tail
target. will this finish a woman. married into the desert
reversed by commerce & pronounced fit. for trade & com-
panionship. an end to all brittle to all blind to all washers
& dryers. exchange woman for fate. you get devastation.
Sunday, May 29, 2005
why keep writing martyr in yr head. an arguably innocent
abridgement. deliver me from such subway facts. adopting
& accusing the little half-bred pups. their fault in religions.
their fault in critical affections. their fault in political wounds.
the very monster brought the city. said it followed me home.
so now's the journey out. faith victims piling out. to reason.
o heart. piano. every room is brilliant you
said it as clear glass. bounding into justice.
when the war goes on to lick our lies. you
call it forging the diligent wild man. justice
for a crystal goblet. my guess. a page you
strained through Art & Dinner for real justice
o heart piano listen. i'm ready to sentence you.
Saturday, May 28, 2005
that you can take what you find. as 1st principle
you will. seem to be waking from a long seeming to
have been walking uncertainly or even asleep. you
come again to take what you find. it's all you have
and are bent to it like old trees. or children be-
coming a week or month from now what they find. so
there. your beautiful thing is another or another.
in seeing what you said becoming what fear found in
another rule that may be final. the way sleep has
named us into saying. the way it pushes back. to be
to big of words. since he lost. & really read
it backwards for a quest. to get answers i
bet he got alot. but not to big of words &
phrases i got. as answers followed me in.
home. & i kept. & called them by good names.
well come in. i are not eating itself for morning
not for turning away for looking at morning eating
itself in greys and greens. what cd you might sing
it pays for itself and eats itself so come in fella.
come in for good in salient trousers. bring heaven.
slice of tree slumber. sliced yellow bird & gone.
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