Wednesday, December 29, 2010

waiting for spring on an unusually spring-like day in December

living inside the world means noticing when the white van leaves and the brown one returns with the groceries to the backyard is full of brambles a rotting wood fence in farm country in the middle, a huge city. this is any--i hear gun shots. i go ice fishing, snow melts on the island i take my dogs to sniff squirrel tracks and muddy. the world is melting my world is

buckwheat flour ice crust
the glint blue of December
a neighbor shouts, a bus turn, breaks whine, this thin tannic film coats my front tooth,
a grape skin breakfast

tempts me to exacerbate the condition by sipping red wine. window turn gold
as brown van
parts plain and simple
deeper nothing?
the surface melts

my ex-roommate creeps into her ex-backyard to rip smoke
a salt cloud rises black serpent
street.

hello white van! i'm alone with an interior voice,
dogs
I will you to turn right.
a weird person. with one red eye
casts ordinary spells.

poison water, salty with dispersed air
drugs and white flour fog daybreak
empty street except the lone man gazing at the frothy sun
shifting one foot frozen to

my ghost, the winter, from ice cells spring
huddled grass, corner and await
the green van

Monday, December 27, 2010

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no one in attendence
no one god but godallah

kucf.

no one but god grave grace
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southern Province sun
triple sea water wash
a blue smile chicklet

salt of ye
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ye makith
mouth smooth in the whole moon
hahahahapp holy

i hope!
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even as the moon goes black
and takes us

rock a bye

to tilt and whir

whorestreet

i
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align mine eyes I godallah
snow blanket pine
fall silent
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no one in attendance but you, god.

my experiences are secondary

Sunday, November 28, 2010

America, American, Americans

Drug abuse diffuse light
puzzle
mechanical spider
flicked -----------
-------------tangle
-----------robot table leg
--------------giant tick
bite and burrow -> red scar circle

the shape of sun
is not my eye
walls bend

----space abs----

scent of english
rounds its razor,

mean less. Phony, my ineffectual

arm twitches
my my is tired of my

open warfare . America

between 2 fingers,
cherry soot,
boot,

adrenaline gunshots
gut
lost spiders
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+
+ ugly=pretty + [[[[[[[[[beauty/does not=/poetry]]]]]]]
+ complex=simple + cans of fish worms
+ too few=too many + in naive broth
+
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BE BE
LE
BEAU
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________where do I belong?______------------god is

under-----------------my imaginary
overturned ------------friend
1/2 shell^^^^^^^^^^^^^^is god
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SKY--------------------unnecessary
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(i am no closer)-------repetition


Nameless(((((((((((((@))
homeless((((((((((((@@)))
crape paper (((((((@@@@)))
-kin (((((((((((((@@@@@@)))
spun an(((((((@@@@@@@@)))
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incandescent((((((@@@@@)))
open blow ((((((((((((((@@@))))

ground meat

more XXXXXXXXXXXXis
invade
an obsolete
sign

sun down

a prayer

stab the
he art be at

no mo re mud dled conglo merate.
makes ence. is th is
diffi cult? I---ug!
de mon hide i---oh! fing er nail on mo on.
pres incess ant im patient

dr ift sand i can
not wait, tide
a yell low tape down.

help me!
-------tape----------
he p me!
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cotton gray sack

summons wind to
the won der rod god willows.

grass then ice fire.
goldi sh fish

flutter surface. make wish.
peal I lash
fla shes

poor ly be hived
force d to stair at he sun

be be be bebe

no mo eyes.

shhhhh!!! hit sun.

---------my e ye ye yes.hard

dead color
purple of corpse

make up cake to make the face fake

suddened into love

an absent person reincarnate:
sleeping.
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you wi sh e him a wake
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for give me for

a responsible as i am ear

the sky make rules

i sky

it be bad.

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His face,
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with wrath eyebrows.
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the second s un-Gods

He His Good
she god dis not.
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stranded at the edge if evening

comes and i open eyesleep.

(this is how the clouds looked)




if letters,


God's fun! Funnel, the funeral


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as comfortable as
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oblivion,

dead. or sleep
wish i to believe in he who save me from.

the fish orifice bleeds.

Monday, November 15, 2010

time.line.goes___
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ti-ti in me wrinkles

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a wet canary smell
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thread_________________________________________________________________
eyelet;
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thread
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"this place"
to another
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________Now______________________________________________________________
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of primitive urgence
fawn legs fight
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the owner's every evening, first and final
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to stand still.

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

November

1)


3)evergreen web backout/wormhole wheelflecks in 5) harmony rememor 6) mother's eyes say "you

haggard.

7) bend to re-collect 8) a tin cup clinks the dirt floor ) clouds unsettle ) .

10) illumine ruminate 1) self-abuse/12) melt
icicle air