Friday, June 16, 2006
which in hateful steps one word gouging that next
into saying what said itself first somewhere else
i had the answers counting on that music
just as simply sung for earth's sake somewhere deeply
or stop this in its tracks puddling now that i
was crying now that i'd posed me somewhere useless
and the new lacks everything stable that hush
worn to the ends of thinking it comes somewhere soon
which wasn't cooler for parking near that fact
and wasn't looking anywhere then somewhere far
this was a game we invented and that means
we were probably having good fun somewhere there
Thursday, June 15, 2006
what the role then called a flat postwar raininess ...
love in one of the many different trees we have ...
he say the modern goes down like a troubling by-product ...
we might struggle to attach one to the tail-pipe ...
they try to steal my man she sing the early bird to pieces ...
tell you what i mean again ... weren't you
the one jumped off when the sky ... explains
how far i've come waiting ... it was a sharp
leftover ... to stay as the infinitive to go
leaves off ... a long string of impertinence
where am i in all of this ... where is any
you now that yr wearing my face i'm an ain't
we do so love to speak of ourselves in blue
thousands ... nobody speaks but dances ... i
got the dance to go to go on ... yr home but
i'm ... all edges made for keeping off kilter
a line going on to threats ... insolent verbal
foot-jiggling ... a spatial mambo ... static
which took its name from all its kitchens ...
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
o well jenny a few blues
genuine blues next to.
cuttings. cutting. cut.
sets in motion. nonverbal
screens. as esteemed
elder. vulnerable as.
genuine captain of art.
all your luck has changed
today. is this yours.
this one borne like an
apple to school. just
puts the odd rock&roll
scattered. black back.
this code means the.
determined to discount.
songs that resemble yr
daddy in the angle. of
a roof. weeping buckles
of weary tears. all gone.
until the next time. fine.
these flowers for you.
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
me in my fierce intelligence pajamas.
i got the stipulated cultish
clouds coming low on the far ledge.
& i got mountains in my eye-rest.
to know there must have been
acceptable. all that rising.
calls one to the front.
weren't so much an opening as an aptitude.
a classic dislocation. stranger.
plain burnt anarchist. then that's me
on one of the million. lying. inarticulate.
i slink to the next bright orphan's home.
Monday, June 12, 2006
as per usual the study removes the tradition.
i owe to the present a deep debt.
or was a mediated somehow loving day.
or tried to engage the youth and the elders.
Sunday, June 11, 2006
Formerly I concluded that the Edge of Time
cuts me and the world just where it's easiest
not to see or feel. I used to be a Preface
in the next book - always a thoroughly contemporary
dramatic variation of The Dreaming Knight and His
As I took that world to heart, I
understood. As if one must dispose of each new thing
once its influence has been. as In the rooms They.
Without being any smarter, I still curl a Present here
of this spikey delirium to You. Made up of sentences,
I'm the loser where the body breaks off its own diagram,
plays The Runt Card, and hopes no one will try to sing.
Along. or Reside in any Other than its own Beginning.
I'm collating high-quality Impulses. Weren't you wishing
I'd fallen to some Ghostly Inaccuracy? You were stepping
in my poverty-tracks, my caterpillar anthology. Not yours.
To be as Hope is. Professor off center. Angel far on.
Saturday, June 10, 2006
there isn't a word for it
when the tree lightens
just as one or the other
as if the sky had some
put all your capitals in one
gin and beer wine and beer
stop the traffic for quietude
dinners in threes
a policy isn't a prayer
what wind what honking flame
drives the car out to that plurality
saying in holes each eats
it in nine and organized
almost at the edges almost
an answer but never just
i founded the next school
without cables or plugs
as the long martyred dutch
equalities & hallucinations
of my catholicisms
rendered heartwrenching agons
whole gardens full of
keenly i observed families
in fools of ourselves
were chosen tight & tattered
for the next
for the next & next
one back to mine
back to finish your phrase currently