TJ Desc


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Friday, May 30, 2003

too silly to write down
Things to do with the sun:

1. weed it
2. spin it
3. take it to the movies
4. dismember it fondly
5. remantle it
6. run your arms through it
7. make it a hammer
8. be the debris around it
It's the sun and it's very hot!
That's what.

Wednesday, May 28, 2003

What's happening up
there, that
molting spot?
The clouds are shaped like motorbikes
skidding across the sky
The sun, a Vespa, moves more

Tuesday, May 27, 2003

Things to do with love.

1. publish it
2. dance with it
3. take it out to the balcony
4. remember it fondly
5. dismantle it
6. put your arms on it
7. slide it between your teeth
8. build new debris

Things to do with old poems.

1. read them
2. throw them away
3. publish them
4. remember them fondly
5. use them for kindling
6. dismantle them with their own tools
7. dismantle them with new tools
8. build new poems from the debris

Monday, May 26, 2003

A soft push from the jetty
into air

the ground broken into
several pieces

phrases turned on a hair

Friday, May 23, 2003

this poem kicks ass

needing nothing but a sharp
tooth, a whitened claw

over and against
the florid bee
and my keyboard

this keyboard

is a fox of dark needs daily facing.

Thursday, May 22, 2003

"Freedom" is endurance
in the face of need.

"Liberty" is what we call
to in the daily post.

"Information" is total
and growing dark.
'Rancour' is a word like a fox
running for the hills.

'Happiness' is a word like clouds
and their mountain bliss.

'Sorrow' dives into the ocean
and emerges holding buried treasure
in its teeth.

everybody as coming glued

everybody was coming unglued

like a fresh fish

or a carbon copy

Wednesday, May 21, 2003

The sky's like a cotton
ball stopping up-

wards of seventeen

Wonder if I'd thought
before of how

this works, hands
dusty and still
out from the inside

I feel refreshed
and such and such

I have friends
I grab happiness

like u feel love
nothing missing

The day shakes
like leaves

Summer stalks the cat

Old stories are discarded as
the weather rewrites

this life.

Monday, May 19, 2003

Good enough to
see by, good like

egg and muffin,
like water:

a fencepost
in winter, gray

bark around
a warming core
This book is so good, the one
I'm reading, I am in awe

There's still mystery even
in the heart of

The book I write, how good
will it be?

How good?

Friday, May 16, 2003

the little tippler tottering
on unglued feet

hearty apple-bobber

It's like me talking
on the radio, high
and tight at the
corners, in

Thursday, May 15, 2003

whirping whipple
add it up and
who said we shd
talk to clarify

oh and speaking of
cute depressed & whippy

I've been all the
livelong day with


Tuesday, May 13, 2003

Pull out the amber dorko stopper
and let them out, then
Arithmetic hands
adding themselves up
so that 'I contain multitudes'
and like Whitman can be happy
to contradict myself.

Watch out, here swings that
demolition ball. Curses!

I write poems in my sleep,
and when I wake up
everything's misty

what the hell
a waiterfetish
in reverse??

I write a good
poem for change

palms up it's
the marriage of
fondue & Madonna

wrecking ball of mind force of
habit delete delete
wraparound text and widows
the curious remainder of a
marriage of hearts and minds

Monday, May 12, 2003

So why so balky?
You've got to burn
like bearing, whipped-
up frenzy to
the bottom line.

A hard left at
the stop sign.
Carry across
that deviled edge.
rubber ribs, velvet skin
muscles rippling toward the heart
simply walking an indescribable victory
over tottering downfall
what sense is made of you, what can be made
in the rubble of a softer hulk
arithmetic, arithmetitic hands
you don't count towards sense

you're made or it makes you wavy
and renamed, you're a dog
greeting the other dogs

Sunday, May 11, 2003

Grammar is a mirrored building
or a demolition ball, swinging
wild towards us.

Dodgem cars swerve, crash
on the dunes. Logic's soft embrace just like the ocean
except what makes sense finally is absent,
like a memory, like shade

under a tree in the league of Palms.

Saturday, May 10, 2003

mouths around the sound
of your greeting "hi" to
all those dogs down under
their fur rising along the back of my hand

Thursday, May 08, 2003

Hover in the control-
group arrangement,

you dogs. At three
months as big as

six. There's a bell
ringing in the distance,

moistening mouths.
alt horizon

just tired of endless
part of me
that's maybe growgrow
is it worth
i grew to trust

alt esc

See, things they come together

Fuzzy horizon, this poem
covered in lint

Attribute this

Wednesday, May 07, 2003

a constellation like
glass, heavy
in the straining arms

what's under
that damp sheet

Tuesday, May 06, 2003

Enough with the slouching
towards where? North
highway lights
sentiments I disavow
Pixelated stars waiting to

now the squirrels in the attic are
running up and
down the length of grammar

can't find ways to
tell you how to
turn a hammer

tears is go
tears is seven
on the wayback row

I want things I don't

know how they are
I don't know sorry
for the bad guitar
sorry about
which even u went out

I enjoy things I do

anything may happen
people need hiding
tears is start

Sunday, May 04, 2003

--hell a burnt
almond, a new

vow rich with

borders around

the half-shell sound
like waking, like

the crowning cup.

it's brown, but...

fifteen geese float
just over the baywater


Friday, May 02, 2003

and a 4th time

"tears in rain"

make a wish then blow
e-mail, paragraph, sentence
2 things here against each other

what I meant is I wish
I never think about him for
your 2 different sides

I can not help to improve
people who u see
neither trying nor at any level
to have it twice

or u will have it a 3rd time

Thursday, May 01, 2003

What you do isn't

windows, open
sliding doors.

Is that wasp inside
or out.