Friday, September 02, 2005
how far and which side these corrosive additions
blank me and blank you. a stretch of dry country
then an armload of irony. all for this. worthy sirs.
Thursday, September 01, 2005
far from stories. intending to stay
at the half-section i'm ruminant. a
colder brand for a hopeless region.
there's no life. like let's go jump it.
rudely antique manners swim up.
ears full of water. what did you do.
shake your head. then come clear.
we get refunds. a story gets told.
Wednesday, August 31, 2005
without me saying they rush in and they
rush in powerfully without me saying any
sorrow they rush in as a duty or a favor
without me. markets and parakeets. so
recycling song urges anyone to have it.
redundant trousers. exemplify how morning
exemplify how earnestly. as a cough then a grin
then beautiful music. hear it in white and wet.
singing me a moth's hungry as an ocean. stop
urgent song emergency help stop singing stop
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
why some why not a why not hungry
which pose possibly in a shower in a magazine
why not a flower or an optometrist why not
without calendula or precision. or sun.
Monday, August 29, 2005
i couldn't decide
and made my hands into language
and ruined the simple patterns we
bits of them
Sunday, August 28, 2005
which niche. let's puff toward it mouthing
sportive manifestos. in viscera we go grim.
etched in lumps we go tinker it to bits of
bloody extravagance. always hard to swallow
that peace flows that it rows peace like a
then. in an inch of books we're muddled for good
and without roses we're swamped. a rummage verbatim.
no more what you meant to mean what you said.
forced spirals all over the tabletop. spilt wine.
read backwards. we get night back in ridiculous
lethargy. then. the ordinary swims halfway out to
take us limber back to dawn. and it goes like this
some time. and the pages roughen ready as trouble.
Saturday, August 27, 2005
pushes for rainy halls. there in the openings
in the coma. headed stalwart as an edge. dark
he said dark dark. and then dead. as we serve
it daily. finally done. with. wise guys in or
under lathers. a state of civic unrest i know
as typing unilluminated manuscripts says once
no one no one faints anymore so why no faints
back to finish your phrase currently