Friday, January 13, 2006
i'll turn to four vines ... an aqueduct

in the textbook ... the farthest scripture

writing wind for wisdom ... hours and here

foisting a voice ... onto ... a pose ...

i looked good in this picture of him ...



who is not going to numbers ... who is not

afraid of ashamed or when ... poetry wasn't

who is versions and unique replicas of ...

without thought or feeling in color we're

roughly hardly missed ... i'm on your side

trying hard to say it ... directly wireless



Thursday, January 12, 2006
tarred ... and fingered so

i'm a lost year ... flawed

on the last page ... under-

stood ... but wobbled like

the temple judgment day ...

politicos my painted elbows

suffered ... thick ... jarred



Wednesday, January 11, 2006
if it takes this to hose it down then go.

hose it down. i'll wait in the car. stop.

these ribbons of german origin knock me

out. tied to your rearview they resemble

my teenage years. and. look how old i am

now having never learned a word of german.

still waiting and calling everyone i knew

putting them into manilla folders. as if

the grand plan required such order. still

cold as a spiggot dribbles. nervous and un-

liked. they shoved me down and hosed me

down. i got up too shocked to go anywhere

and started saying to myself. everything ...



ninth in a row of ten ... knowing what came

and knowing madness isn't it's own prediction

i came to see ... felt the liquid sparrows go

flipping past each billboard ... you in winter

knowing how to fix anything electrical ... so

we're sitting and the umbrella's bright yellow

knowing eyes can be tricked ... from one page

to the next ... full of old saying ... birds

have it easy ... fly and eat ... find a line



Tuesday, January 10, 2006
more fingers ... fingers for breath pulse

counted as one to three ...to ten and back

on accident as the kid said .. i hit her on

accident ... how roach's hard bop hit me

on accident ... and off to one side funny

grey men and women made smoke of it all



Monday, January 09, 2006
as forgetting to become ... machines like us

to call them by their given ... that we may

remain in good chance ... as when mountains

explode for their own reasons .. the birds

stay theoretical ... stuck to each green o



Sunday, January 08, 2006
some clock in the moon ... i says the boy hadn't said

but when she gets back ... then every time ... colors

like details dwindling ... i lost you then i found it

curling out ... my tide this time ... my own breath ...

for one night i ... stitch the tune ... make it up

over ... and wants more than a light ... far smoke ...



Saturday, January 07, 2006
it is this ... said the bailiff ... smoking

up the disaffected cafe ... a questionable

liquor ... we faded like bruises and dawn

taught us ... the modern world looks wrong

but what are you going to do ... go farm

inept scallions ... belligerent squash ...

i say look to the windows ... the door



back to finish your phrase currently

This page is powered by Blogger. Isn't yours?