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Friday, June 17, 2005 plain white cupboards coming. pigtails
and no characters. white packing popcorn dancing back of a blue garbage truck. red of a white blue smudge out back with the chickens. these artists get ideas. they get brave. they get paid. a world in stages we want. in habitats for flying & singing. i'm getting over on a flat scale. my political nights are free. fractured
my life for itself. a dose of reliable habitual science. there is my far pocket of faith. it was the whole big idea that wrote me in passive voice. there it is going on. again over an edge turned prairie hen grey. pieces after the battle bits. it wasn't anger that marched us over. was it. was it boredom. wagering
on the outpouring of his heart. of his heart the rude outpouring. as a wager on the outpouring of a rude heart. so softly so simply so Thursday, June 16, 2005 making my canadian bucks go. barging
into some poets so vertical they hum in the wet dawn. there i said it. an icon flashes out. it's a goldfinch like a hotwheels racer. coming our way like an experimental virus. to decompose as a stag. wailing in flight standing up. my orders say go up far north where a truly old way finds daylight on actual mudbanks. a treacherous fault. running off. don't babble
(desk puppet lovely ladies). don't clink (fettered) bitter claimant. i'm attached to a turning as one who seeks god in glass. not shelter but a scene. i compare moaning to morning & make it next to nothing. a cudgel babbling. a small dry rose. babbling hearth a finding again what. the shirts dropped brightly. brook. Wednesday, June 15, 2005 wrong about sinking. days and days
of prematurity filled us with loose changes. our pockets revelled in a thousand inner destinations. we pretended to in- vent the winds or windows of our souls. we got real good at sucking delirium through pen stems. in fact. we hadn't stunned the ridiculous but were trying to. my thinking.
in socks every day. manages me in good files. to go as a freemason into the sparkling heaven of men in tight pants. there i go charging into each category as a bullet might find something worth stopping for. i'm torpid and it's raining harder for me. loosen the gills. they need a fresh instant. inattention
combines with a blossoming bee. there weren't any answers. i was asking for beauty and got a blind hematoma. such on a day when sparrows knock. this carving out of clocks our soft dances would make anyone dizzy. i wasn't looking for it when it came. i never am and blame myself enough. Tuesday, June 14, 2005 badness of the moment. here's a
bad. and a bad one. a bad pome forcing itself on you. a bad boy in troubles. a bad humor a bad corner. bad in all its features and bad in its functions. a badness determined to choke. all bad all very bad in days and nights. bad counters bad pickers of songs. bad forests in violate shadows. just bad for now and the rest of this baddening arc. ended quarrelsome
wanting a glance of whiling. and i called you coming over but you turned and became an ocelot frolic. there i go again. spiteful in your goodness. a warped congregation. ants above the celestial windows. i'm still calling you. Sunday, June 12, 2005 what little in my human throat
why what little in terms of delight why what little in practice come with why what i meant about the beautiful why what so few understanding combs why what verges on failure's film why what little i'm forging covers all why make a mistake
& again in voice. as if you knew how. as if you could tune to red. dread. shed bed. med. & talking rabbits as if hero fumbles desire. mars is burning. hair goes dancing & i get to bring my taste for ochre sleep in circles. be as violent they will
get so indefensible. they will shudder such nerve you get. they mess with yr peaches so you get used to it & singing's a mess of helpful. a hand of o porous black. as still pretending to follow the blues with an outrage. fine somnolence. parking for
parched men. some good in a lariat say branches & boots. pines too far away. cities turned me out. so there. a cornerstone strummed out for pennies & beginning to hum country music. you go. country limits & thirst. back to finish your phrase currently  |