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.
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