Friday, March 17, 2006
past all this ... a slimpta matter of cussing all the words

back to sense ... which in obscenity is french for having a

pretty good day but not the best of any potentially good day

typing hard ... knitting sweatpoems ... banging on the cradle

of tuneful losers ... strafing up the kid ... for a gambol ...



the beauty's in the part where the drone never takes a breath ...

like foreign opportunity it's endless ... as i'm as you're

endless applications of banjo moments tickling ... in mind

so sent ... to the public road ... for work and starry cars ...



Thursday, March 16, 2006
i'm standard vast ... inappropriate hours in waves of glass

so my police come out with spiders ... so my curves are driven

down and straight on as if tension had its own newspaper ...

my shop opens and out pour citizens in blue units white units ...

i couldn't even get arrested in the mountains for excess ...

saying me ... i'd argue with anybody named charles but i forgot

my pointed stick ... still not appropriate for anyone under ...

this age ... settling into webs and pincers dinner comes to me

as my hunger comes ... i didn't ask for either and yet ... i'm

told there are monuments in small towns worth a long ride ...

saints for flowering understood as that coming on we fail to

earn but strung along ... nonetheless ... good children then

automatic and intelligent to a point ... i came out standing

a cardboard cloud ... as blue sprinkly dust ... disestablished

as inconvenient without the usual corners ... spun out berries

for justice all on my own ... took the time for polite knowing

and mingled my associates with stillness ... panting ... ice



i be frank ... i be truly frank in all my unders ...

over all i be frank as a machine ... i blow cool frank

and be germanic ... i be in all my assertions a blue

machine ... and i be frank in the big city ... i be

frank in orderly fashions ... commercials and frank

in blossoms over snow ... frank merrily ... frank ug

frank intimidated as a bug ... ug ... i be frank & so



trivial losses ... an intenser babylonic sigh ...

there's always doubleness to seizures ... now and now

in the most urgent poets ... forgetting the mail

and forging ahead ... past the trite ... where rivers

are still dark ... and full of black stones ... black

fish ... cold silver love ode ... a nomination

tripling back on the last mason jar ... sleepers in

cells in military marriage ... lets the mountains

sound bad and worse ... the stricken creek ... distance

there's no end ... distance there's no end ... distance

always sweeping up the mystics ... into separate icy bins

and then trees ... and then more trees ... and then ...



just past the perfect leaf is the imperfect leaf laughing ...

as crosses they suffer from a certain shininess ...

red lines increase circulation and blue lines go on and on ...

if i would play bass i'd play it as a memory of ...

listing famous american poets and frowning over calluses ...

enigmatic sentences nineteen to thirty-one ...



Wednesday, March 15, 2006
i'm in keys making plans as invitations ...

approaching the inaccessible ... grins

for the picture of objects ... laid over

under off and on ... come here ... clearly

inaccessible ... for you in harsh trousers

picking a way out ... gray masses of the

heart ... a bill comes ... in private code



nor pressure

bullied ... utterly

a new one and another

one ... versions

and lakes of ...


nor opening ... but

stunning light then


a cup of water



Monday, March 13, 2006
there ...

as at ... oranges ...

as forceps ... at ...

giggle ... as linen

at light ... as

morning at ... any

where



Sunday, March 12, 2006
case in point ... the aftertaste or supposing one existed ...

well then ... that says it all ... sweet lord ... the aftertaste



Saturday, March 11, 2006
a long sway ... a foot in time ... like a stuffy position

on the rail ... some say bannister ... a chorded blink ...

but i always enjoy seeing what people in the high schools are doing

and asking nicely ... for the next species ... a german

in the yawning porches ... remembering as an optimism ...

what a dance we got on the inside ... we got ... some dance



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