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Friday, February 24, 2006 tending
captivities ... i wanted to be a genius ... answer the phone it's nobody ... i was forcing the boots on ... bitter cold lightning it's nobody from the place ... you know ... my idea wrong as a monkey and a book ... jingling the phone by telepathy ... nobody felt you ... for songs numbered up to eight hundred five ... singing for sale ... a genuine nobody curling up for sale Thursday, February 23, 2006 for
missing appointments you never had ... for years and years of stomachs on parade ... for handsomeness and trombones and modern fiction ... all these lost ones ... maneuvered and spliced back into History we are eternally cynical ... but grateful too ... as young blindings go on ... as grey perpetrations so we for thirty-nine ninety-five go on ... humbly employed
in Hands for sanctity ... far off Nouns of rope to pull Home closer ... holy Underpins then blessed Guesses ... weren't we finally lost when the Cards came ... strung & colorful pages where Everyone is alright ... even beautiful ... Wednesday, February 22, 2006 for
instance among those words you can't say ... what were you thinking and who were you trying to be ... written from the deepest need ... and embarassment ... there ... you said ... our ears are finally ashes so everything is safe again & you can put away the dictionary ... pets don't need it ... you said ... which
numbers couldn't touch but Madam ... i'm in correspondence with ... muslin was it ... how many inches ... as the firey ridges of fame Sir ... for all we know ... an unhappy dream etched wiry skies noirish soundtrack no matter ... it's all lifting me up to you ... your thin red stem ... leaf salamander plum ... a great thing hasn't lasted again ... or told the tale say
i saw stories from scratch ... old hundreds & fifties civil liberties ... contracts ... in everything i saw ... cool menace look ... quick... there & Paralysis ... you have a thought say ... where the field was Tuesday, February 21, 2006 who
knows how sick is a Scouring Hygiene ... scarcity kicks abundance in Three ... for an easing time call Playing The Fool & ask for The Revisions ... masks & footstools ... especially in the body ... for resting Language in alternatives these knives work ... lovely Monday, February 20, 2006 some
opportunities speaking to us ... calling me and you to the new ... and we're coming through town with a new attitude ... these branches from the old woods ... the old ... humble home for happiness ... with electrical opportunities ... wide margins these combinations advance ... and our hands surface to say all the armies ... gone away ... walking like a speechless wind off this way and that Sunday, February 19, 2006 sur
la plage ... a good beast ... innovates kicks kicks binding feathers and toothy flaws ... a ray ray for optimism and truthful catholicity ... as i i in fresh trousers lean brilliantly ... from you you as the actor's best part ... weren't any of us us blindfolded us in trinkets us ... as florettes florettes of gaudeamus & high-handed scarce enough enough to expel one of theirs ... or a bitter, sir sur la plage ... for each wave one comes faster on Saturday, February 18, 2006 how
far wordly darkness becomes the flesh ... from trees with names i don't know to rocks the same ... and still i've almost never taken a taxi ... not ever even have i sure the bus ... the bus all the time through the 50s 60s early 70s ... but trees and rocks go nameless as an improvident leap to transportation obscures the poem ... busting rude moves is not the same as busting rude kids or busting rude pomegranates ... this sun in old corn that ice in the beard ... or an A on a paper you certainly blew ... what does anyone want from books anyway ... any hints ... my fields are not their fields ... unplugged no red or yellow signage ... distilled ... but in there somewhere ... i'm watching the quick cartoons in chimney breath and thinking how far my tribe grew ... stuttered back to finish your phrase currently  |