Thursday, January 25, 2007

oscillating the framework of the closed
space with a red highlight

.enunciation.

i'm a composer without a drift
to instrument

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Tuesday, January 23, 2007

make a love tight torn

pineapple sigh sugar
and the slime of condensed
milk love triangle

sighing too
screaming eyem'no fruit bather
bathe now
wash
in a streaming
s]illouette plain clothed

my
fidgety

Friday, January 19, 2007

what is the boy wanting
on a street with ice
and good gloves
for protection
i know no other marker
but hands
on the small of my back
would make me cry
the words don't fit my mouth

Saturday, January 13, 2007

spring das poet

from afar the message reads
he's in a coma
on the morning of his fiftieth birthday
and so floods the
coffee orange
machine apart
piece.
the spaceport

but it doesn't look so good
the pressed suits are out

and i want a comfort to cry and hoist


smell the sap upon sand
choked tactile
in stubby corners
without
restraint
reminder of a shallow grapple

Friday, January 12, 2007

door smiles
on four limbs
gleepitched

-

no i say 30
for the private
sick child

-

we want (e)VIletter
word cLEAN from
(a) your
institutional

-

I word a want
your institutional
form letter
we(a)V(e) clean

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IV(e) your letter
(a) word we clean
from a want
institutional

Wednesday, January 10, 2007

space enamel

shin dig dug
mind the pothole rode
doorsteep

Tuesday, January 09, 2007

other sided

there's only a world between us dear
when normally a word suffices
wall of sound magma 6100
love bubble celsius delicious.keyed

cafe.con conundrum
bark tree bark
as i give a penny here are you
spacing the margins
cautiously
refusing to blush

Saturday, January 06, 2007

airport at night

all night wire
so red chair

Monday, January 01, 2007

00 00 00 00
fet{chin:g}lee
con
verse
ANT
oo oo oo oo
OOOOO
=
so, tell me
you
come here
often
?

charity beg ins at 5:00

so sage says
you have what it is
that you thought was a moment
trapped inside plaster
sweating

held rigid glance
past shoulders tiptoed into thronging
bodycounts
diaspora
bagless
ladies proud
trooping horned
smiling camera
perfume tippleless
pantyline small
plates nibble

can you talk can you talk. now
can the barefoot come through the moist air
may they lick the drippings off your pale wrist
dinner shall follow immediately after the presentation
[kleenex available at every table] if
you look under the seat there will be a number
the lucky winner gets to take that kleenex home
for greater emotional release

dark
night
secret
dress shimmers a thousand tiny molars