Friday, July 15, 2005
but my mental illness is a crystal tarp. and tastes like
the underground press has found it. & pronounced it
existential scary & abandonado. yet a shimmering so
vast it crinkles everyone's context into parenthood or
delicious childhood. mine as attention paid as debtors
line up for individually packaged nervous collapses.
mine flying down to smother our own touchy bare births.
no lines from work today. a potted fix gets me.
it all gets me into the ground. what i looked like
when the kingdom came. an archbishop's dummy.
isn't the theory an architect. no garbage man.
no father of oceanside resorts. although poetry
isn't easy, it can be a lot of fun to write about
what you imagine. a trilobite galloping west.
i imagine a suffering. a butcher poet for brisket.
Thursday, July 14, 2005
so sorry to be. set up. of all punks still hungry
enough to want fiction. from flowers and axles
i'm taking home. all the king's advice in tinfoil.
couldn't feel henry or edward or werner or jim.
i like sentences that go to bits in my lunchbox.
still sorry for pretending to know. not beautiful.
addled confidence. was a long take this. city.
called out as a passage behind glass. voices
as a pole in the center. pretend shakespeare
wasn't in charge. action. knowledge. passion.
pretends the sun. this form of running seems
a force of air. force of loneliness. a forked eye.
weren't you still in sleeping an architectural exploit.
sure you were. sure you were. sure.
so this saying stands for my spoon of ice.
and this stands for my shallow crime.
my raucous cigarette standing here
beside my woman-riddle. my tone-deaf
suspicions. this is my daylight reaching
up to an angelic doubt. standing for
the movie i'm making of an innocent
audience clapping off time. barging in
with pungent adjectives as if they could
stand for what i've got right now in mind.
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
a big legal fell on me. a big continually harbored ideas of me.
then a classic innovation. then a topographical stop it.
i was many exquisite varieties just before infidelity.
fell on me like research i colored. each path scarcely italian.
golden impertinence in my swaying. garden to gate.
a legal pronounced me & trickled me out from the blooming.
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
what is the place of the world. for two homes far and near.
a jar of t-shirt. some eclectic design. the world's place is
what took over. pattern-making instructions. a special
selection. placed in what world. we run young deer to
the kitchen for salad. is what. as what. a rough crouton.
what is the place of the world. in the poem the place is
i put something in shadow just for cleaning.
seventy-two bucks ninety minutes of desire.
that is the circle i drew. and bent it open for
breathing. i could be whacky but i will contain
it. running away from the i. never meaning to.
signalling. we're pouches of longing to say it.
i made to see. in secrecy.
(also in cases nearsighted and farsighted)
bent to green. the reach occurs.
(plenty of water where the egg falls)
an obelisk of silk. a hurt.
(he's the type you never trust)
at high speed. a sunny spy.
(i mean once it took twice as long)
coded for yr convenience. to see.
(read backwards to catch the definitions)
formal making comes over time. guesses
printed as beasts in a row. adversaries.
(down our wet streets)
faces. found smarter than these.
(than any actually other than this)
ahead again. around back.
Monday, July 11, 2005
what prose satisfied i took running. consolation prize
for the conditional. if you care to. deliver my winnings
i'll be home between seven o'two and fourteen of clocks.
love you i still love you and will pretend to say it over.
passing for a family. took my modern section out. dancing.
so so painted grime.
so on the company's tablet.
so into social attitudes. there's
no redeeming some talk.
so governed and defeated.
so from the city's fuddled edge.
so shakespearean at dusk.
so cut from history's gut.
so tense. so authentic.
spartans gorging remember. we're yellow & connected
to torch-lit passages. books make it exciting. to burn o.
now you'll see how thin he is in fact. thinning as oral
heroism. i'm well served. and yr the most extreme case
of spartan gorging. stark in a red frolic. there's time
to burn as family folks. time for you & time for news.
backed up before. backed up & sublet. in the process.
Sunday, July 10, 2005
in the far galleries one color gets us
thinking about arty demolitions. yes
we'll take one in a sack. later there
will be hedonisms. necessary & alive
as our maturity collects around paint.
puddled for a different dancer. we're
waiting at the audience. waiting and
tragic as questions. we're ready to go
as a plain person trying out emergencies i'm
edged in casual silver light. your venus comes over
hardly smart enough but. now my glasses are
shards of inky brightness. splotched and cutting news
wherein the devil takes a pee while i wait.
weren't we all the barriers. cousins in hazmat saying
you can pretty much find everything you need online.
Saturday, July 09, 2005
you must. kneel for the orchestra. the committee
called and asked if you'd. you know. kneel for it.
not that the space between your toes is all that
unique. we've all got it in our family. by kneeling
at the right moment. just when it's most needed.
turn with us. turn to the sky. turn to the voices.
they needed an oratorio. got another jug band.
and were happy to have it. happy and volatile.
hey thanks for exciting. o says a cat on the distance.
writhing up the day. as if a stomach hurt.
marbling extreme feelings. scoured by a new diet.
both on our standard models. what if the sun
never goes away. then what planet gets the goods.
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