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Friday, August 12, 2005 the
fish the sucker the sap the mark the wonderful strange the awful the stunned consuming whole marshes you get a round of drinks a probably hopeful knucklehead comes married to it gets the silk cipher back of the garage gets a lonesome a devious bondage weeds in muck then a duck and a sorry for the mooch Thursday, August 11, 2005 what
if these careless words abusive practices precious as translation make us sick we go for days in governmental shoes looking up old laws about whimsical tropes stuffing danglers roses whole river barges with what we said as tumult made us impatient we'd just yell at these kids you must have something better to do go suffer the kisses the sun and history go suck up fate like life know god by faucets hoses red valves bookless summers know all time's fake steaming god i'll say god and then again god for fake a god and you'll get one in each closet each box a word of god for each book a string of god's best bits we can say this without sin because in the word god we get all wooden parts loose and jumpy everything we know carelessly as is a new grammar for startled youth jumping fate kicks for lighting one for concentration only just go get some sunshine on your scrawny mug god will wait while you stretch the day a way god will sit in the dictionary while you sing the black night booms the cars go begging gas my honey been my bee ever since i bit her a-- o gosh suppose they read this far & read this he said for sake of a rhyme a floral piece in doubling over marks a plastic rose 19 cents a pop he bought a dozen for these machines like roses never weep this just enough high kultur dropping down blue all exigent in happiness a book it was a book of saying if not a conceit about passing god unnoticed on the road a day in timeless pursuit of night and the next day who's to say you could not break out this way Wednesday, August 10, 2005 long
as day's brick face goes a god you in charcoal you in paper. god in fiction a human temper far hot as god in. planting in opening up new stuff from the mail. you in a plastic wrapper. you in blue ink. so body. what breath. white salt sang cold glass. you in tumbling cars for sailing. you a blue cop like wind. empty. forced you got patience. blank you start. god a something. parting. a hall way. a step way. a telling a part to moony workers. in buildings in droppings you got a sounding ring a deep tone doom. you in between rehearsals. you in red places. got hands for it swinging. got eyes in all the doors. knowing so far it's Tuesday, August 09, 2005 bad
pome. a. this is my bad pome mojo. get out. get up and out a here. bad one. go way bad pome a far way off. go. go. to sleep. dust. go. catholic
for instance wasn't the only idea but one that painted yr face. well enough. failing to progress from the human to the divine as a trick. used to avoiding mirrors. that self-knowledge slides away with time. as descent from the great apes delights a critical sensation. the will to be farther along by now. were all my errors in a long string if a necklace. say. that you could have silence if you think. what could it possibly want. this blind breath. green girls. blue boys. attached to the bumper like a moral defeat. silence coming over you. actually weather-done to death or beauty. this will do for my transcendant vocation. my rhetorical routine. good as speaking to the relatively far-flung complications. still a dance worth the mess. Monday, August 08, 2005 handed
a parcel of contradictions. one of the good collisions loosened an old tooth for what is found when the old lady looks at last. here you get a portable wipe-out a delirious conjugation. for breathing you get a handful of synonyms for edibles. as in i took the monster dreaming while he sat so blurry on the cooling range. these presents get wrapped. Saturday, August 06, 2005 a
project took us a brilliant light. and apart for flowers. one in the wall where the kids held it to pieces. the voices all came at once. like parents. projected up from their work. in a minute we say it was just less than that. out
of it with meaning that maketh. there for inches the night as an octangular partner closing. solitude in from the next science we get. still. out of it with a blue manifesto that stingeth as a bird's beak hourly. believe it's outridden ever before the sun we get. if swift and far better in solids in oranges and greys of the time it takes to. meaning spinneth heartways to. back to finish your phrase currently  |