Friday, March 24, 2006
where is my prestige as a link i put ... about the size of a roach ...

we scuttled an infiltration and meant it without hands ...

see... the school burning brightly ... as john and cindy skitter ... roachlike home

o there ... i put it on while hating foreigners ... i was gulping ... a weapon



that you might never regret approving of this once ...

that going is not the only hopefulness but stopping ...

that one might become a chemical and an action ...



organic in my pen ... as a suture thrumming lines of favorite movies ...

what wouldn't you give for a next human language ...

a public smarter than i want be left alone ... adrift

in pieces of work done turning ... a shell game over

one darkening land ... and then my pen again ... squalor staff



all you said ... gentle and conditional ... new trees

defense of public illustration ... put three lines here

just ... one for the poster ... one for the place ...

one for the breaking point ... like a rooster or an ...

investor ... in modern series of twos and nines ... a

serene placement ... voted ... and coddled as pleasure



Thursday, March 23, 2006
lost on me ... i have no perfectly

or hideous maximum ... for composition

is an insect ... four days later ...



would mark it as to draw it thick yellow crumbling blue ...

certified in a line ... what the weather never intimated that ...

served in a frame ... served by a frame ... roughening browns ...

all it took to say maybe it'll rain today ... greens of

standing out all hours of the night ... in thin pants of intuitive

coloration ... she sang opera and folded cloth into hectic

reasons ... for going on or staying put ... reminding yourself

to suffer it a bit longer under bruised orange ... guesses



that this & then that is a voice i can't ignore ... so

keep a list of it & a market prayer ... be exquisite in

each new century ... weren't we headed ... weren't we ...

aztec picking slow horses ... broken fortune healers ...

weren't we headed in volatile new ... definitions ...

that this is enough pressure ... then that it's not ...



Wednesday, March 22, 2006
my spanish is finally taken off and stored in the old house ...

the crawl space becomes my best filter ... i was longing ...

then particulate matter ... then germane to the preacher ...

wouldn't you prefer to put it on ... over the familiar classic ...

and in the second suite we hear an order spoken so low ...

i turned out or continued burning ... pieces all evening



without the phrase of oiliness i cut you ...

venison smelter ... far gorgonzola ... in tradition

we spell on all fours the carpet's brave contemporaneity ...

and we get it ... skinned and feathered for crowing ...



unable to come down except ... a plage ...

of the two there are three ... a coping ...

à votre disposition à partir ... a song ...

next in line the knife of vendredi ... solo

with scissors and stricken gaboon ... a walk

in style and content ... & suddenly awake ...



Tuesday, March 21, 2006
in the larval ... i

wouldn't let myself i would let myself ...

and

understood i meant it as an instant burning

in a space ... i meant

would't the

end

of it answer it ...

on and off



leaning against the door ... from sundry blunders ... still ... joy

to be holding the space that will sooner ... or later be emptied of



Monday, March 20, 2006
are the anger ... are doing okay every other day ...

under the couch there's a pencil ... a bit of dog ...

which turned out good for everyone ... pasted in blue

an ... important parakeet ... a slide of paragraphs ...

we're on monday's version ... are anger anywhere off

camera ... what meetings for telling ... which for ten



round my heart ... round my brain ... a bound in circumstance not

a skeptic not an archer ... unflowering comedies ... mathematical

saying in days and days or miles ... i put my rattlesnakes down ...

i lift the gumption from the floor ... soda and crackers ... count

what it said seemed so simply ... mortal and morbid sure ... sold

but you'll always get the final copy ... you always ... rounded up



Sunday, March 19, 2006
who makes it around cannot empty it of selfishness.

who did not project the lessons goes on to creation.

who flinches intimate fears entertains the old ride.

who understeps and poses goes on and goes off.

who interferes on the open seas is a human realtor.

who countered youth knew the winch had snapped in ice.



pandering every hour ... parts of any one i'm

the spacer ... leaving that body as ... i'm

so seriously left ... a course for notions of

ghosts ... who wear the room ... down softer

all eyes ... every hour every day ... southern

or pronounced ... american time ... as nouveau

flourescence ... from a smoking hill of ash ...

day for paper ... day for many pages ... what

did you say in them that i couldn't ... take

off ... while i was putting my minutes ... on



Saturday, March 18, 2006
sorry but you'd have to be STEVE MCQUEEN or one

of them openings ... to get me out ... mortgaged

in a living room ... sits behind a straightback

downhearted rocker and sizes me up ... a good

couple minutes ... folky in his habits and blues

adjusted to this new light ... & offers offers

me the true news ... the contradictions ... says

what about it ... real smoke matters more than

any ... lie ... still in pajamas and not under-

dressed for the enormous baroque ... or shot a

blank partridge from the end of his voice ...

as if that ENGLISH is rouge ... or a garden's

translated for airplanes into the next idiolect

taking off ... sorry but you'd have to be STEVE

MCQUEEN as large as sleep ... to bet me wings

an old postcard from a tin-type ... to say me

troubling potted vocalized ... a branching now

after stems for straws ... sucking graphic arts

putting a line here and there ... a sharp useful

eye for erasers ... which made of my children go

blue ... pestering misconstrued ... echoes of me



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