Friday, January 27, 2006
i'm a state and a portion ... as we were talking about
tender spots lucid lawns broken triplets and old hawks
adding up to ... something the back of the mind says
when an emergency rips in ... let's go read a book or
let's have an airconditioned bone sale ... frivolous
or sober as prairie dogs ... asking the new metaphor
to please keep us on the trail ... sooner and/or later
you realize your time has not been well-spent but ...
watered down ... nozzled off like a sour coffee wash
then we've got trouble nobody wants ... we sink far
and come up reinvested with good medication days on
or ... other territory without indigenous art but as
blank and under-drawn as a flash of light ... patched
and ready for the feathered manifesto ... to come say
Thursday, January 26, 2006
if i'm confused i wait because
pretty soon he'll say something
i understand. a hanger. and the
wrinkles drop out.
and in counting three to say fifteen. there are books to put
for laughing. being an ocean as we are of mirth. a stiffness
and a formal distance just before one of our famous tantrums
now stop the ghosts and earn more cash.
hadn't an ounce of babylon but of petersburg.
just listen there were lights. some
blooming nonentities. led us captive to see.
Wednesday, January 25, 2006
o i'm an ambuscade of versions ... where one not me
trips on yellow flowers ... made an angle of the sun
and counted out this death valley wall to croak ...
a signal too soon ... here it comes and here it is
a snaggly conspiracy of tall grasses and worldy ore
which appeared as an active culture many years on ...
welcoming fortune's disonant cousins ... cramped as
trees ... together ... fashioned of the standing army
the ruin of basho ... the roots of old marvels ...
it cornered the market on likely anecdotes ... i was
among them on paper ... in hand as a pen on science
loses itself in a froth of mystical illustrations ...
i'm studying a worried look ... the mules fed
i call her immoral ... it ain't a woman ...
in the open air ... i would catch him in love
i knew that he knew what it was ... a pause
Monday, January 23, 2006
touching a land steadied by freckled hands ... there's a catch
but we're growing as dreaming overtakes us ... we're sea-tossed
fossils or met at night past the used car lot gone for good ...
Sunday, January 22, 2006
little paper harness ...
accidental scoff ...
although and his two sexes ...
realms in letting ...
wallow each as ordinary ...
not it's but wills ...
not its but illustrations ...
odd map ...
and inauspicious ...
mark me visionary ... blind abandoned bracelet or shining page
of a ship ... turned wave a string of white windows ... geese
fully flung toward your scalding sight ... there's me on loss
going vertically creepy and self-crusted as ... any vague pie
Saturday, January 21, 2006
begins in long muscles ... here we follow her cheeks
to rouge round postcards ... just as it pleases not
but that it pleases us ... an image of god a mirror
fronting a century a week following the brutal work
of eyes ... ideals of a while off then on ... i am
projecting us into each personal letter ... a head
i took it from life and turned it self-
sacrificial toward ... certainties any
might expect house for dinner recipes
for primates ... never frenetic white
our old pizza nature ... rising objects
to falling ... so i'm agnostic pasta
after all amazement ... behaving as i
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