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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  |