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| Tuesday, August 01, 2006
i guess i did ... i did finish it ... at least here ... it took me 3.5 years ... thanks very much for the early & ongoing encouragement ... and reading ... you know who you are ... since it's lodged on my domain & not with blogger, fyp will remain online for as long as whenever ... feel free to visit & dip into the archives ... whenever visit my next poetry blog at plainer for ... riding gliding conating camogie skating tennis of all kinds dying flying sports of all sorts autumn summer winter winter tennis of all kinds hockey of all sorts penicilline and succedanea in a word I resume ... (waiting for godot) Friday, July 28, 2006
this i visit long ... my tripling lingers ... were we also farmers ... we were presents marrying comparisons ... i stood tall in high corn at the end of the world ... this i visit frightened by the going on ... long my tripling studies ... sunset on the wall Friday, June 30, 2006
a human squatting. exactly. in roses. says yr justified. left or right. says the apples come with irregular animals. says waiting for the story. useful greens. a human delivering. clearly. in bundles. Thursday, June 29, 2006
as if the anime were as i was a rock or a stone a plump granite death for petals i got pinks i wasn’t speaking of a gendered ounce of light emergent playthings i whickered their rubber wheels to the new store where shopgirls overweighed as sighs my heavy respiration relaxation into their cool daydream a gendered ounce of news surely you noticed how big their eyes attempted the boys in flutes of geranium-powered orgone duplicated & abstract as any college-educated one a gendered ounce of sense trust me to the comic widows i write foolish & damn useless evaporations a junk-lit intuitive score what the elevators call theory i put in my gray books & holler about the sad trees weren’t you finally a thought somewhere in the creekbed no interest no payments for sixty years |
