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07/28/2007
I erased the new hard saying
While everyone stood in pajamas
Longing for some. Just time calling
Us boots full of shrimp. There.
You see it's been undone again.
I erased the new hard saying
While everyone stood in pajamas
Longing for some. Just time calling
Us boots full of shrimp. There.
You see it's been undone again.
And flat as refusal to put the name into the poem
As if it were the person actually pouring coffee.
Then scolding your past self into telling any lie.
Just so the forests survive. They're bigger then.
Not in touch now ... as you might be
Letting the beard on .. off ... into light.
How old were any of us when we forgot?
Ice in the hours. And poetic as hell.
I never pushed anyone no matter.
What they say. I picked up the color
And forgot the lyric. Intending to say
Please let's not have the police. No not.
Learning. Parataxis. He says.
Breaking thumbs. Coughing.
Losing, as painting gerunds.
Sardonic and affluent as witness. White woods.
Partly in heaving toward nothing blackness.
I in torn paper pants larking owls.
For instance on fire. In politics again.
Standing and leaning sardonic. Tan.
Who'd been philosophy so long they spit termites.
Who'd arranged for next winter's prime debauch.
Who in the center trimmed around the edges.
Who'd fastened liking to forgetting.
Particulars ... of ... and then
Sluggage of ... everything
Pretending .. to have been ...
I took you out for hours and you
Were taken ... by the sights ...
Foreign pictures ... breathing.
One thought ... it ...
Was this the problem ...
Everyone suspected and knew.
Boys and girls weren't ... were they ever
permanent ... about it.
Which I posed next to.
Telling you everything.
Once I grew a farm and starved it.
Oaks haven't ovulated yet.
These things are hidden from ordinary sight.
Posing in the shrill blue next.
And eventually an architecture gets us.
Were you thinking.
Weren't they gray and bottled.
Exclusively and gun-like farther.
Than bad.