Friday, April 07, 2006
muted pix in morbid spots ...

blue voices in blue material ...

losses ... there's a ... nothing funny

now ... just a lot of suspicion ...

just a lot of looking out ... guessing



as a portrait god ... stirring the coffee ... the smoke ...

seems ... (weren't you the one i saw) ... reliable enough

what you'd expect ... after a waiting ... pleasantly and

unfactually surrounded ... these pastel maneuvers make us

nervous ... nothing ... to wear ... i'm listening and not

hearing ... but not ...

there in the opening door ... all our old professors wheezing

& handing us on to the next darkness ... leaf leaf in profile

leaf in scale ... to yes and no ... and each blur between each

yeah and each leaf each no ... the nature of the print smudged



Thursday, April 06, 2006
that's worth standing Comedy in a old mayo jar about

half full of ordinary tap water ... then i Hear there

gets to be ... generous Rooting and Flower not unlike

an image of Saint Egg's red kisser ... bounced from

The When Club for going all rubbery and cold just as

these secret service guys unscrew The Cap ... stick in

the knife ... from the upper world we get these Visits



limbed and crammed in one ... here i got no faith in

what day is it ... no reason in a black pen ... limbed

as an orchestra and crammed as a theory ... i got no

quarto but i brought my autonomous branches ... & eyes



i would avoid those eyes after that ... instead of scars we get

slaves ... and we drive them to the library ... we stand in the closet

and read more poetry ... to follow you back ... i would avoid

any look ... just play the guitar one-handed ... amazed like a word

then with corpses we get new notions ... temporary flexibility

but still ... on the street in passing or in a room ... the looking

is too much ... or i jump into these billboards ... a surprise



Wednesday, April 05, 2006
that floor ... fundamentally changed i collapsed

in countless ways ... practically & genetically

consciously & personally ... happily & secretly

poetically & responsibly ... actually finding

floors beneath floors ... pleasantly & musically

tuned to this newness ... a world upside down &

pressed to my melancholy ... i'm in the notebook

now as rose petal deaths-head wing ticket stub ...

the times we had were something ... wasn't i ...

the mention or the underclass ... the veteran sky



subborned ... and stood still ... as the rest

of us watched ... water bells ... a whole or them

tangled in brownstem ... a portrait and an incision

mattered for good ... new terms coming soon ... to us



Tuesday, April 04, 2006
it's that i had the nerve to do it ... and kept at it years at a time ...

there with every right and glimmering confusion ... like oxen ...

we ate lakeside ... we ate oceanic ... even cosmic ... which enters ...

a single cell ... dimming to dinner lets us injure each ... and even every

conscious draught ... loose at last from the prairie named after hands and feet ...

ruined territory we resemble fatherhood ... we assemble doubly and triply blank ...

we come up ... undone and grinning in multiple exposures ... lucky ones



willing an accessible outrage then finding a goat in traffic ...

there's the justice ... i wanted a happy dictum and found a goat ...

veering away from a catfight ... an ipso facto mountain goat of comprehension ...

so shallow the goat strikes its mightily horned head ... even at the deep end ...

that it was televised and re-played on the hour ... a veritable necklace of goatish moments ...

these completed or even finished the goats ... who conceived at last a happiness



Monday, April 03, 2006
i meant never touch this ... my burning psychology problem

full of the way like moonlight ... i love to be loved and

shameful to be not love ... my delightful psychology problem

makes me an apologetic as a ponder ... is one out there

in rebirth saying he is no good .... my notation and care

is broken into lists i meant ... never obvious and unloved

but singly quiet or industrial as collections in breathing

come to me ... i accept any fact of old and confounding me



wounded book and ... open ... i sore and wounded

the book in ... its genus and species sorely

open in a thousand pages ... will you read it

will you read it in this order ...

one as it reappears while the fog falls away ...

two in a physical emergency ... useless but ...

three as another critical or pointless escape ...

four just after it arrives just out of the box ...

five a few years later ... you'd forgotten ...

six as the last poem going on and out ... going off and in ...

seven for the treasure it leaks ...

eight then start with the geographical index ...

nine once i've given it twice i've bent it back three times ...

ten is thirty chances you've had by now ... to read

the wounded ... sorely wounded ... opening ...



Sunday, April 02, 2006
holy time and rusted things ... a cause in my harmlessness

i have no harmlessness but an acre of impetuosity ... goads

and stories ... you were saying i had the eyes of an elk ...

or was it the pride of an elm ... a ride on the el ... o

holy time and trusty things ... still things ... that never

happen ...



i baseball in the fire ... i known returning as largess ...

i for youth of patron saints ... high cage of chafing larks ...

sun thought and strident ... i path of legitimate light ...



as any machinery for morning and a few big ... perceptions ...

any of the whole circulation or side ... really ...

or any tide you can name haphazardly ... unhappiness ...

any or to say most of them ... executed ...

or any talent as a thick-handed ... wanton ...

then there as a willingness and unprovoked ... pride ...

then or ever as any suffering motto ... hidden



Saturday, April 01, 2006
what is the second the second day

of the week ... as the second day

after the first ... i saw the day

before it saw the day before it's

lost and then found in the second

i saw the day ... becoming itself

the day looks at me ... for hours

or knots of moments and i'm there

on display just as it becomes one

of my own best second days ... or

just as i name each moment a game

of standing up and by a slow next

one and a next one ... for good &

as a second a shaken hand answers

this is the second day ... this 1



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