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Friday, March 03, 2006 near
my own hand ... sanitizer's blue ... scandal piece i found the lesson ... a breeze or a draft and i meant it backwards ... if you've got someone saying yr great well that's something ... they're talking about you so yr someone even without a hat ... clean hands & a grin ... even contemporary Thursday, March 02, 2006 it
would go everyday with nothing to look at or take a picture here of this string ... a pretty string in this light ... out there a car translated for the day and became ... a small miracle of thumbs alive and well- spoken in english ... as a noun in circles taking pictures of undistinguished bricks ... only here for the sun ... then gone walking goes
on saying this used to be ... and tells me i'm an egg ... but an ego ... and edges goes on saying here's time to bathe ... a burly commotion overhead ... of bird-like building ... architect as trauma poet ... saying the sky's co-opted .... gray flight will have us ... and be done with it then turns
three boys ... one in a knit cap now four ... kicking and standing ... take the picture and turn ... away ... say this is a sentence versus the light versus ... o trees and twigs ... say of march ... an auto-dramatic figure of breath ... it needs an occult prince ... now the boy signs his statue ... and how kicking knows ... cold cracks ... instants Wednesday, March 01, 2006 so
not perfect of its kind ... but at the foot of the tree an aspiration wrapped in oranges ... i wouldn't say ... this is an angel that stands for the truth ... and my eyes stand for everything i meant to say ... not perfect but not bullshit either ... as commonly smoked in alleys now ... prose without fingers ... halls where the mirrors used to be ... not perfect ... and ... not marriage ... as any body's bet ... and studied for its vague limits ... a kid in gray pieces ... coming on as understood and practical enough ... also in this prosperity aren't
you glass ... even here through winter a smooch and a broken bottle ... what times what you said ... is honesty ... for pete's sake a binder in a blind corner ... see it's coming on like nothing we ever ... aren't you plastic ice ... mumbling hours ... know me know you Tuesday, February 28, 2006 if
it if it is then it is and is ... these are precious aren't they precious ... i stopped driving and let the car ... my face is the engine now ... for miles and just for miles it is the score ... i cut & won ... i stood in the forest all night and grew incomprehensible again as any full sentence gone on & on look
... mine go perishing flashing fish and mirrors ... mine in socks or just past their prime ... not feet but starters ... not ounces but pounds ... triply ornamental just to be ... tossed in without the others in red drag green gold drag ... in pocket ... i'm silly perishing momentary possible one Monday, February 27, 2006 dear
i would like you not to know what i'm saying since faces are thinking capsules ... stones are nude enough for policy i would not say this is my wife my house my gun and you should not guess that i live in far sunny upperstink i live in far studded certainword or am a free rocker ... a work how
the saxophone closes in on the collage ... pricking up a thread to point ... west for now ... i had an argument with the bass and turned away just then ... what kind of art do you want ... i want ... a false sense of security & then i want a boat-shaped attic ... for all our secret squealing what is this some kind of narrative ... intervention ... a single dry maple ... leaf and chalk ... poems for war adding after subtracting almost always gets me high ... but angry when the batteries ... look ... none of us are ... machines ... none of us ... counting time on our teeth we go like old dogs ... down soon enough ... but how the sax repeats that fat complaint or just ... makes it up like a girl ... or an edgy boy ... is just fine with me ... safer and again Sunday, February 26, 2006 starting
triangular then ... covered almost blind colored black for happiness ... these were traitors to me ... i celebrated their birth ... on even days when symbols slept ... i spun around and mattered twice ... what the prophet warned came home ... a grace to forget ... everything ... but one and one Saturday, February 25, 2006 i
like my portions in canisters ... or battles stringy as portraits ... as losers ... i like my imposters ruined & fuzzy at the edges ... with books as queer weeks for covers ... there i said so ... i like any culture that brings me lunch ... in newspaper weeded for sadness ... & landing on both feet ... and an optimistic fret these in tehran in islamabad ... for cocking my for instance ... handlebars down ... & rolling on to the necessary fancy ... the far lost backorder Regards
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