Friday, August 19, 2005
okay a turned out blabber.
justice in a gentrified haunt.
what was it you. i wish you wouldn't.
all of this in coffee fresh roses
then a thunderous.
not disgust exactly. boredom
in the small places near the stems.
shadows. what said what said
Thursday, August 18, 2005
all right. just calm down. i'm fine. how are you.
we get to peel each fruit from its gorgeous envelope.
which footsteps recognize our voices.
we get english going full speed then slam on the breaks.
a slight pepper of praise all over room 305.
we get lunch in unusual places and then dessert.
doves like luxury cars lined with red
goony creases in their trousers telling
rude fables of low pursuits. there you
said it was going to be unfair. it was
just a perk for having good eyes. we're
the last batallion. driving on oily fumes
crushed from grandmother's prayers.
learn to put one word next to another
to stem the flow down into the dust
Wednesday, August 17, 2005
who you know in the car and see settled
in motion. there and then there. goings
unavoidable and necessary for the range
as dearest and sweet one are needed for
warm nights cold nights and days. funny
how single we stay now that the war has
uttered its hurry up the windows rattle
as the cars go past in scorn. look hard
who inch away to worship pretend ghosts
and actual from the papers. in tolerant
devices. i'm saying this again for your
distant pleasure. who in the car as you
know unsettled. the evening goes on off
Tuesday, August 16, 2005
that in tire. broke n
still an one as a boy
in tire. as a sleeprs
only pieces. still as
lost n groand a list
what would be go a
day that in tire say
here. no news or its
as a blank n dose of
waves of it. still in
Monday, August 15, 2005
the gentlemen hanging
velvet say we are such
in winter in loops of
gathering up. pillars
of abstract. payrolls
of solid state whimsy.
the gentlemen hanging
steadily as urges can
hang. indefinite over
all our reasons. come
home to our senses at
noon late summer day.
welcome in hanging as
one then another hangs
itself any good answer.
Sunday, August 14, 2005
that those with words
that those with titles are worth more than those without
that those on paper between hard boards
that those with the words arranged correctly
that those with the words deranged passionately
that in the basements of old buildings or in their upper rooms
that never in the new
that those thoroughly damp will not burn
that the sun
that those in the sun will prove to be tame
that those as oracles sweat
that those bleeding through cheap paper
that with shelf-worn edges bundled
that those with rules tag along
that those with notes cannot be heard at any frequency
that those breathe sooner or later in pencil
that with fingers the whole world goes round
that those in peace will stutter
that the covers will cover
that those made in hope sometimes
that those of a new practice recall a center in memory
that those were holes we made with our tongues
that it cost more for color
that those were still said
Saturday, August 13, 2005
touched & symmetrical i meet my new faith daily
or meet your doppelganger coming fresh you say
from having shed your oldest skin for the news
beyond which you get sweet dessert and actual
talk of the actual street in an alien essay you
found in the corpse of a palindrome. so there. a
conflict at the center proves the peaceful ends
of us identical in desire like an old car finally
fixed but rough before the primer. metaphysical
even. unnatural the way any idea sits so happy to
be its own damn self and not some other conceit.
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