TJ Desc


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Monday, December 22, 2003


Thursday, December 11, 2003

internet ordnance
available wishes
ordnance installation
superfluous injury
unnecessary discharge
rugged glen

Wednesday, December 10, 2003

The year unwinds all over the sofa
stretching its paws and
sleeping through trouble
The year has been a helicopter
a very noisy helicopter
flying haphazard through the grey nights
The year brought me closer to the ashtray of my past
(Repeat this line: 'The ashtray of my past')
than I ever wanted
or expected but it's almost over
and now there're the little ripples on the lake
and a cereal bowl full of stars.

Monday, December 08, 2003

back to the same
put your old
forgetting of the
freakin smooch
into the
proper sources

the currency of
old damp mildewy
sewn signatures
in hearts of
happy faces and

Thursday, December 04, 2003

A foreign
language, a handbill
printed with an old
snapshot, a photo
collage. There can't
be any way
around it, only

Tuesday, December 02, 2003

Religion's for kneeling
it's for emergencies
big fat queries sent skyward
( : this is why such and such's
happening to so and so's...)
panic attacks and offering baskets
hard little wafers on a tray.

Monday, December 01, 2003

The glories of light

light refracted off the imagination

is that what religion's for?

A candle in the soul, to see by, in the dark dark soul.

I take something beautiful, a raw joy,

and I place it on a makeshift alter, okay my desk,

okay by the bed, is what religion's for,

but there aren't any words for it,

they will vanish before I write them,

or end in war.
The weather is in my shoe
it is in my hair

Rain, like a corny song,
is everywhere.