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Wednesday, July 30, 2003

Hey you feed me
with your funny mouth
ear-waggle toothpick
upside brown

that's what the dog in the walker said

Saturday, July 26, 2003




That's what the kid in the perambulator said.
Help me I am freeling

Two peace
in a powd.

Why do you sez
what you sez.

Friday, July 25, 2003

heh heh
saturday the seething cars

Saturday, July 19, 2003

Speeding cars thinking in the lurch.
Lurching cars speeding like thought.

Friday, July 18, 2003

A False Story

Sometimes when you lurch across
the highway you find very angry
cars barking at you like you're a
big joke in the depths of yourself
--I'd prefer things to be carefully
stacked like the layers of a cake
that we'd all get a piece of eventually
if we waited long enough,
though some of us would still get
a frosted flower and some wouldn't.

The End.
A True Story

Sometimes when you search the web
at random you find very angry people
who don't like clouds and jokes and
silliness and dredging up a sense of
the whole from the depths of oneself
- who instead prefer things to be very
serious and, architecturally, oppressive.
But I become one of these people the
moment I make this observation so I
think I'll just go and get some sleep.

The End.
There was an old lady who swallowed a sigh
I don't know why she swallowed the sigh
Perhaps she'll die

Thursday, July 17, 2003

A children's song:

"I don't know why
He swallowed a fly
Perhaps he'll die."

The fly, that is. Not the guy.
Swallows eat on the fly
(we thought it was acrobatics,
pure grace for its own sake),
their global positioning system
phenomenal in the set
migrating birds,
their return to Capistrano
an event of great import,
crowds turning out sporting
feather boas, down vests,
talons strung about their necks.

Wednesday, July 16, 2003

The bird's little heart goes tick tock
but his GPS is defective
and he sails - the sum of this malfuctioning part -
into a tree.

That's it, sometimes, accident as the sum of all
(world why do you hide your) beauty?
This is a super tick-tock word
carved from a block of ice.

I am hungry!

Cheerios and rice in the dish.
our birds
who art at 9:28am
tick like hearts in the oven
for the sake of emoti-
t-t-t-t-t-t-t-ticking away
uh huh
if i were to say the bird
in my heart was cheeping
like he meant it

Sunday, July 13, 2003

The bird has a global positioning system in its tiny ticking heart
Ticking away
I want one too
So I don't ever get lost

Saturday, July 12, 2003

someone I knew cut off all her hair
every five years or so
when she had a lot of it

Friday, July 11, 2003

10:00: what do you mean by pain

12:35: tuna melt

3:45: it might be said that this is how we've done it all along

6:18: no smoke bright fire
I’d like
to schedule
my thoughts

Wednesday, July 09, 2003

The sun returns

Shotput life, thoughts hurled
to hit the ground

Grass messed up my olympian ambitions
'You could be a great swimmer'
my mum always said
I put goop in my hair
So it stays there.
I want a better return on my
sun investment!

The ivory tower shines
like oil!

Bat your eyelashes
twice for "I don't mind!"
The peregrine idles
The peregrine soars into future idylls
The yellow muse
Illicit morning
Covered with rocks
But less perverted, shifting like a bun
Is there a stalled rerun on all this
Long eyelash?

The engine idles
The car drives the future drives
the green fuse
Indifferent morning
cool like the rocks
But less permanent, shifting sun
is there a forseeable return on all this
long moment?

Tuesday, July 08, 2003

Pigeons are flying mine

I don't believe them

nestling like dogs over
empty space

Can't you turn them
Pigeons like flying minds
They are in fact an escape hatch
in the day.

How pigeons programmed into the Matrix
still flew

Still believed they flew

The bird/ its wings

a force

The shattered crest
of a wave

Thursday, July 03, 2003

Yes pigeons! everywhere in Las Vegas
like light bulbs, flickering
their white-hot wings

or chips cascading
down a water slide

Everybody's going
somewhere with someone

Wednesday, July 02, 2003

what kind of bird was that
in the bird infirmary
looking suspiciously like a cage?

was it 200 pigeons?
if it was a pigeon, what
was it about.

200 thoughts, 200
thoughts of pigeons

Tuesday, July 01, 2003

swings in the dark
cast shadows on ground
worn down by feet dragging to a stop
birds return at night
reclaim the trees