 |
 |
|
Friday, July 01, 2005 saying
things is nice but what do you want when there's just you wanting it. nothing you want nothing but the next breath would be good. you know the next pulse might bring some new uh thing from the next room and then there'd be us in our pjs ripping pages from old magazines waiting for a buzz going a little wild in our biomechanical humming towards night. just waiting for saying to white
hole. you want to hear a person in it. a garden's nice too. then work for the music. a new governor asks for patience. figure it's time dropping. down for small rocks and boulders. you want that disembodied voice. russian paint. the blues we sang finally got into our bellies. all this culture took. at
hazard knowing it complicates things still born into health a postcard comes permanently fat as good behavior knowing it's trouble or not caring what light on which flowers falls you
make the rules and i'll live out my days long as wits go plunking on. long as eternity's got us might as well go go go. through flat hot windows see any number of tempers. to stop to dance to seem so. not actually knowing anything in the bordered fields. all the good neighbors are fat. all the colonists mad. the lazyass poet spits fire at the quick brown rats. Thursday, June 30, 2005 it
tied to words you got free then imprecise and puff. even the spot gives me quivers of being someone too much. mark me mark me mark me down. as one who. and that should be enough. costing out the passion. leaves it free. going to van morrison in my capitals and spots. arc is best in sunlight. i'm blind again. working out an itch. he
talk funny bully beset by language stripped of personhood. who sent us to this defiance. who plucked a robin for sound. failed to reboot a face. who. Wednesday, June 29, 2005 say
light pink you can't see. he's marrying her. then trembling it's a garden. so you see it. i'm convinced by your purples. or next approaches a window. this angle improves me. i think of one eruption we needed. that dog. Tuesday, June 28, 2005 who
showed up in beauty then incoherent as a board 2X6. who suspended the drive & fled well went far up stairs. i was an oak an elk an ape a small king a gap in light the
common good things like streets noon in the village there's a debt for the common good ideas in values my life as a punk brother in a horde there you have it the common good a structure we need for non-profit intuitive coupons sailing stooping as ghosts to water spinners ticklers of the common good rushing saving us in policy us in the airy the common good Monday, June 27, 2005 a
pretty fast crowd. and sliced out of it quickly. soon you get a slanted metaphysical guide then you go all unspecific as porcelain. nobody wants you without their theory. it's just bad and insatiable. primitive. separate
these ones here. a poor for four a poor for. this one this one this one. isn't listening. thistle dogs. long ago forging song. stripping off and jumping in. couldn't you smell it. kindness. for all betweens. many get paid for leaning. truth is i found it bleeding. waste of a good clock. simply.
how the parched green. got. a hearty shakespearian paunch. a day. the swelter. there go our lies. to dig sorry songs. a gentle strum puts us out. a dark blue jukebox. a quart of varied fluids gushing. in time we get. me and my exercises. roughly the same. one by one. an i. Sunday, June 26, 2005 wise
angles. i'm in the middle of the street that's yellow with good guesses. i'm blended into the sky. so there. yr an alabaster mock-up of a poet with good hair and a dog. can there ever be a you without this presuming. i can't say you without it i can't not even with the right instruments all my vitamins each of the four little holes. these wings. they're classic. blue cultivars of a shadow. Saturday, June 25, 2005 this
thing my life seems so immense. as part chips off & is good for starting. down wind comes a tune i know. you know it too. so. let's get back to standing and strangely through the city of it. this new part of life that asks for everything and gets it. really coping well with the newness of it. can't
you talk like a human. under a blue sky in happiness with sayings. for the walls we get. enough. can't you say what in the light comes down. how many in inches. how far the way goes. where you were many many. no fey cabin boy but the captain. the boss of yr own damned tongue. spoken like a spanish adventurer. a russian thief. a public human. tornado
forces the midwest of one. spits out time. it was her playfulness in the extremest condition. it was launched on the springs of broken hunches. but here i'm tossed. off the shelf. a plainness say where gods and goddesses reason that my simplicity is misunderstood. i'm the cat in the wind you see. i'm veering toward you. wild car. a classic lover. back to finish your phrase currently 
|