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Friday, June 09, 2006 i
stand on my true theory my excess of reason ... stand proudly over clowns of certainties... on an inch of terminal green ... my signals going off like razorwire in moonlight ... true and burgeoning in an arc of accomplishment ... theory becomes the least of the collection ... my flippers are suddenly tulips ... excess or no the legless wingless worms go plunging ... of tremendous causation the sky flickers in dread ... reason and decay it comes to an acceptable generosity ... i was given and go on being given and go on ... Thursday, June 08, 2006 awash
in the bad poetry of our day ... a fundament offers new treasure ... i say ... a fundament ... pre-packed & golden with treasures and bouquets ... living like an old salt under the slats of badness there i knew the day'd come ... a day without cusses a day without any remarkable songs ... slanted in mist like bad art pretty art with nothing to say ... a game for a headline ... i'm all for trumpet spit political wit floundering like dandruff ... policy party paper boys & girls knuckling up for therapy weren't we just going out when they called ... i'm terrific in the case studies ... i'm on apologies & romance blasphemies & sweet annihilations ... yr all the ick in my wicked the if in my manifesto ... just awash in all this odiferous geography ... count me one for poverty two for diary three for let's go wash our tropes together ... as youth for poetry as profit in the long drawn contemporary tempest goes on to learn how each minor subliminal ... delays ... Wednesday, June 07, 2006 next
we push a little farther out into blueness ... we see cars go over ... we rub them into green ... as new characters we head for fair elevations ... all our beautiful language of thread and so ... take on the numskull the magnificent the lost ... take on the musical carousing timid & suave ... in our wilds we get a good drubbing ... we go walk watch the cars go ... then the power lines go... birds for now brightness under no obligation ... Tuesday, June 06, 2006 some
see variations on their own television shows ... as lessee agrees ... & can cut each photograph back into light ... but where are we then ... as bridges off across boredom the worst comes ok at sports ... were we reading yes where we put the make-believe ... his terms ... as six of seven colors and a bruised insult to live with one's horse ... these visits can get a little boy in trouble ... not to say what is ... Monday, June 05, 2006 was
there anything more to say about the time ... the trumpets halted our best sailing souls ... when did your leaving grab anyone's plot by the collar and whisper ... here here in this blue glade the saxon fought the clammy vassal to a stillness we appreciate to this day ... and memorialize with a swash of hotly breath ... we wrote the preface headlong into nightfall hateful in our pockets but willing to sit for the portrait ... there was not much to say aobut the time ... we were drowning a sensuous wiggle ... an orchestral riddle driving us wild ... and didn't have time for the time ... but our readers knew it and our watchers tipped the momentum ... over ... toward fun for each epoch ... riffing on the old sentences ... spells & Sunday, June 04, 2006 managing
the disappearances in my hands ... i'm reminded of the old verse that goes something like a way over yonder all the kids are laughing a way over yonder all the days are done ... and isn't that just the way of it when yr in the dirt up to yr knuckles and a phone rings ... kiss the light goodbye ... because it's nothing but ... shadows from then on ... they look like hooded characters from some innocuous fantasy but ... in fact they are yr special agents ... they bring the blanks you need for this harsh work ... because the world must continue ... sure you understand the world must go on ... full of these open continents of ants bees chiggers ... little makers prepped like moses for the next big thing ... specked in light they turned off my sleepy translations ... into something ... ice i chipped to death ... meaning nothing there once it goes ... not even the space of its own biography ... yr a smart kid figure it out ... the characters are crusaders in recovery if you'd just ... stop a minute to think of the tangible ... Saturday, June 03, 2006 back to finish your phrase currently  |