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Monday, June 30, 2003
this is why the outside
of our knees drape over
the inside of our knees
a carillon's playing
the ligaments, tuned
10:27 AM
Friday, June 27, 2003
17 right turns
73 parking tickets
256 MB
1 tired dog
6:06 PM
Thursday, June 26, 2003
5 sushi restaurants
3 tanning salons
9:09 AM
Tuesday, June 24, 2003
The Jeffers assignment teeters precariously
on top of a high pile of dreams
Don't fall down Robinson,
we're coming!
11:09 PM
nobody
presumably
done
Robinson Jeffers
assignment
for
Tuesday Tuesday
peeps
peeps
PEEP UP!!
3:31 PM
Monday, June 23, 2003
will
you
countersue?
12:00 PM
Wednesday, June 18, 2003
speaking of
no rhythm hello
how many
vendor qualifications
do I um here
um operationalize
your adaptive
management strategy
of these words
wearily in two
and um go solve a
sweet tooth
and um the
duck survives
1:26 PM
Tuesday, June 17, 2003
indelible ink
is no good for composing poems
I always use a pencil
The morning is soft, comfortable as mist
rolls across the hills like
heavenly tobacco smoke
6:21 AM
Monday, June 16, 2003
indelible health
and freight loss
bombay me
with wreak
e-mails
check cabs
for cheap chi
and generic
alternative
2:29 PM
Sometimes I look into space
for many minutes -
I'm thinking about a poem
nobody I'm with ever gets it
sometimes I don't either.
If I try to explain, the words
don't cover the demands
of other words I'm considering,
when considering verse.
9:44 AM
This is your brain on poetry!
9:42 AM
Friday, June 13, 2003
hanging out
with Grandma Alfred
and Freddie Joe
of the car,
highly thinking
soap-bubble
spare rows of
green beans
and half-cut corn
11:59 PM
Not just the opera
but Alfred, Freddie, Joe
eating carrots
and thinking kindly
of soap in my mouth
or soap run over
the road
where my personality
was 'hanging out'
wiggling and well wishers
for well hung thoughts
sent on rather fondly
10:51 AM
the opera was
well-hung
like from only
three wriggles ago
or something
9:05 AM
Tuesday, June 10, 2003
I stuck a pin
in it
to see if it would
wriggle
it did
lovers and essential foils
4:11 PM
A beautiful garden, serene and lush
full of soaps growing on trees
'flowers and essential oils'
Willy Wonka's chocolate edible stream,
in the chocolate factory.
Lush has blossoms you can
wash with.
Ah capitalism your glories
illusory and caught
like butterflies under glass
in advertising copy.
9:10 AM
Lush is the quality of
having eaten
fizzy soap bomb
in the darkness
groan
12:03 AM
Monday, June 09, 2003
A revealing dorkness
shows the cool within
An elusive dorkness
hides the keys when
you're trying to find them:
'luck' as the quality of
having dorkness?
9:49 AM
Saturday, June 07, 2003
habeas corpus
revealing dorkness
a lacy ribwich
gracing ear itch
7:05 PM
Friday, June 06, 2003
stacy's clickrich
groovewire for soundglue
computateevee switch
to a performer person
got bushes particles all
peoplestuck and rutting
4:27 PM
Thursday, June 05, 2003
Stasis Cliches Remix
Unable to wire for sound
Glued to the groove
Computed to TV
Switched on you
Informer person
People stuck
Getting and rutting
3:59 PM
Wednesday, June 04, 2003
Stasis Cliches
Unable to move from the computer
Glued to the TV
Wired for sound
Switched on to modern art
Informed about current affairs
A people person
Stuck on you
In a rut
Getting into the groove
1:25 AM
Tuesday, June 03, 2003
The eyes in my bed
should be in head
but are wiring prose
at the breakfast table
like subconscious whippersnappers whittled
by my car
and given to my car
don't go too fast
you'll park there
10:42 PM
The eyes in my head
should be in bed
but at 3am
they are writing poems
like endless traffic tickets written
by my 'subconscious'
and given to my 'conscious'
don't park there &
you're going too fast!
2:44 AM
Monday, June 02, 2003
Hanging low from the eye-hole tree
is a distant rumble of spoons
Let's go
Finding where eye meets
eye in the moor
8:03 PM
Geez there are eyes
in the eyes of her skirt
eyes in the bark of the aspirin tree
I mean who is watching
who eating and eating
to get outside of / to pluck them from
4:19 PM
the eyes in my bread
that I wanted raisins
steel spoon
steel shelving
kiddie-size scoop of
eye
rising bread
1:46 PM
the eyes in my head
are held by little
wooden spoons
that jut from my brain
which each scoop
an eye the
eyes in my head
12:09 PM
I will always
leave you
11:10 AM
Sunday, June 01, 2003
too blond to write up
too sharp to sit back
too left to write right
5:23 PM
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