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