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



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