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
hush ... then

utter ... hush

hush ... hush

then ... utter

hush ... then



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