Friday, July 29, 2005
i'm the matter with coming back from the edge of a given name.
nominal arithmetic welcomes us back to pleasure.
later joined by calculus decades past the men we knew.
so this cut finds what the pluckers and shifters rejected.
news of our zeros lining a road. arguing and exploding.
hasn't this the sum become the fiction we ordered.
finally unpaginated as the surface gulps for breath.
we go taking short stories for horses and precise measures.
reading hysterically as wee things for next and next.
x as i am the boor the ferret at the foggy window.
x in spite the glorious tootsie flaming out speechless.
x hardly i'm petty inoffensive as an old grudge.
x in the backlit shot with angels like trees.
here's x the tallest pole the uppermost in me.
x made a border circling me hawks and swallows.
x on the slide x in the pretty gallery dry to touch.
Thursday, July 28, 2005
for if i read it might stick to me mixed in my good form.
for if i blacken it might injure me fashioned in gloom.
for if i wasted it might justly explain me crumbling and tilted.
for if i solved it might never go away.
for if i melt it might have me and have me for good.
to take it then. as if. why anyone can put it
clearly. even i can put it. there. but to sing's
the old carpet. a room of rivers and reviews.
Wednesday, July 27, 2005
art's champion of the cornered road. harsh tree of jackets.
resistance is all seeking. i say in the backyard where you
get ideas and the ants bite you formally. symptoms. i'll go
for the bandits and brigands. for you. certain slinger of
hard notions forget the guitar make me out of guesses your
barking boy. say i'm standing in sunlight without an aching
arm. already we said we knew how prompted and emotional we'd
been. this excuses our accident. removes us as critical of
the whole show. we favor shadows and waves as fingers. can
fingers go all swinging slippering. forget about god who's
turning the world into scents. i wonder why the cat rolls
over. this enough understands light well enough can manage
the stairs and find dinner a can opener. but what are these
books to any of us. aimed as we are toward the door. love's
gorgeous numbers. poetic champions and all. reading hot
tires over all the flowers i was middle modern enough. felt
as a scourge. alliterative and devout. a guide for healthy
living. but a blackish rises full of blue in its own time.
then i'm head of a group. bopping twilight into terror we go.
whatever language you speak you're endlessly included to say.
art's champion of the cornered road. harsh tree of jackets.
i'm being unhelpful here because i don't have to be helpful.
not even to the homicidal toads i get. a daily architecture's
enough for pretending to be smart. we get to mention divine
indwelling. we think it might be so. well built and hope it.
verging on. you say. collapse less consistent than big bands
paris in the tropics. for coffee's nuisance effect we'd search
just so far but would stop before the elizabethan hat blew.
we turn out and into just about everything. imagine it great
fingers on the white keys. took all day to choose one sharp
adult moment. not actually worth your time to share. kind of
shy profoundly embarassed to have said. so far. we thought
the world of you right up until then. champion in small things
entitled to count simply in those small things as a wonder.
don't we find rest here. as mystic lies down there's a bookish
tint to sunset. you can almost taste it can't you almost
Tuesday, July 26, 2005
i'd go for days without the world. horses never knew any
that could type so loud. i'd go hear it. the banjo gets rich
and the next stretch of days i'd be funny. teaching real
spots on the mirror. came out baffled you say i'd go for
days looking older. loster. a copy of the animals i ate. or
will not remember colors. to make a big face in your face.
Monday, July 25, 2005
mere surface for diving sounds
more surface for diving. we get
no trombones but plenty of red
piano. an excellent youth spent
it all for me. so here as an ache
the stairs are long yammers to
never say watch one with hints
melodical as new drugs we get
but never so deep for ideation
to hum a few bars is good gas.
the project vague as the members. walk for the wall.
it's black for anything. humor us in capes. in iambics
pentameters. look out. the yurt is huffling in the silky
gloom. the members haven't had a good first hark in
a month of genders. way off there it comes. use this
normal appelation. indistinct. as risk-worn possibly
yr for angiopathy. i strum it
like a winsome goose. yr for
the blastosphere. i get you
but hold back. thinking
words say which thunder
comes for sun. yr a good one
for hauling us churchwise.
kick yr worship. clicks home.
locks the window. yr there.
Sunday, July 24, 2005
it makes it sound like an i
is a fashion i got it on sale
i look like twenty-six all in
a rumble. i bleeding from a
portfolio. it makes it suffer
like an i found roadside an
ick on its backside i go on.
remind me where farmers went
into language for a moment. i'm
all twisted. rattled and sang an
acre a gulp. here i go swung as
delivery stages our next furrow
reminding me where the farmer
stood at the edge of a bookish
stream. i surrender at last every
other version of joy. just turn it
over. where the farmers go out.
Saturday, July 23, 2005
lacking some fluid. spring
popping out in the life. go
inerrant. go meta-camping.
just go. springing a blum
tart. cratered for spring.
all collisional and forty so.
which parts have been overlooked.
there in the day we get. i was hoping
for some elegant expression but.
the insides evaporated. there. i was
an optometrist again. standing
in between the edge. as one who's
impossible and scuttled as old
growth. i forgot someone was looking.
my target was true but my aim
nicked the sky which means i missed.
get my legislature all a rest. i'm nice
as a common man. what i believe is
what itches or pricks. & stings me on
the bunches. the rest is a sleep. will
you dream for me. 1. 2. 3. clapping
boyly into something clearly. seen.
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