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November 2012

some thoughts about our holiday plans

and the room before I got there … just as much the place

where some animals found themselves … collaborated

into vegetable earth … the perception of hardy lumps of

us … needing to eat but not knowing which weeds … here

I came out of my room … my rural maps well-smoked …

hungry times when Exact Resemblance came … we found

it forcing up the rows we planted last season … o no

here's music and ceramics … here's a pot of mercury …

here's dinner at last where we've eaten our weight in

mystery … so I want you back again with … your items …

your perennial hymns … colors and numbers … alphabets

yearning to breathe free … but always threatening to

explain themselves … driven back to a hundred fields …

no really ... come again we'll be happy to seat you well

beside our long-losting cousins … some sinful siblings …

unruly sires and sirens … silent rude and zealous

plungers … urgent ... our bowls of … next … I

have it now … it's liberty ...  I'll take you with me if I can

my friends

look look at our misery … heaps of dead gadgets ..

and here I've gone & forgotten you in the storm

of little things … can it come once more from the

top … you slide over and tap and knock me

in the head … a meanness I repeat every time

I stand up to look at the room and talk to it

… it's in my face and pushed out into a victim

space … all of us unhandsome by morning … all

a meanness we mean … as some of the crackup

comes to a bet … will I understand 'a la fin' how

our edges might abut … not like seasons but

asphalt and concrete … the curbs of our sense

in voices … some charcoal for fresh fire or

mystic hunches bent over new cars … once a

very bright toronado … that this low art will

anticipate some really pure arrival … we guess …

purchased to actually serve our modern question

about stage machinery … the parts that come

apart for easy cleaning … we surrender to it

my friends I don't have the time to explain …

but I'm sorry ... and I'll grieve it to the end