Monday, March 31, 2003

413

FROM ORANGE TO PINK

When I started up the computer
Yesterday in the afternoon
My word processor gave me a tip --
Things that go away on their own
Can come back on their own
Then the computer suddenly stopped working
This morning I woke up much earlier
I'd been drinking coffee and writing
Poems flirting badly unnoticeably
And least unnoticeable to the right
Baby handed one big legs kept

Writing in her notebook picking up
Her thumb on the fat nudes on the cover
Women In Love and reading
Putting her coffee down brusquely
Quantify life, lay blame clearance
And by March there's how the car
Exactly barcoded its agrarian
Manager brainwashing action something
The buildings are dark and nails
I am sitting in my office
Taking a long drug and the staples
Ah how we are baited and hours

Timing so the installation
Rigorously has us in front of words
So that I can lord what dell
Cambridge ledger melancholy parties
That circle which we have nothing
The postcard of recondite
Low star for judgment
Do him over, do over
Bargains and so they get dinner
News unlimited (in terms of
The prolix spiny chiasmus
Because there is a shadow of sufficiency

And it is doubtful feckless
Operator foregrounded
And only three hours poking
The plaza is airless today)
I have caused it to work
I'm jumpy the lights
Not to be obsessive preparing
The modern sword
The page is part of a countdown
It seldom comes out right
Dreaming and hand

What goes away on its own
Can come back on its own
Hollowed out and quiet tense
I conjugate privacy and sadness
The myth of language
And a second away from
Being an angel and a microphone
Represent what but nothing
I can do to throw the tow rope
The tall winter light solid crying
Solid singing in the modular
Bric a brac

And now and again it does seem
Important to be saying, to have said,
Participating as no, temperate and right
You can't just get any kind of sand
Nowheres portfolio the saint van
As piece I deal for university
Exuberance ask turn it all map
Come to a heartbreak the rafters
Could hail, rings on the dresser clock
And together count 50
But it was for such a big one

The soft under the ceiling
You talk to, they're coming over
To use the computer, dizzy
For a while this is it
A camera description show wrong
Game duality. I'm writing
Pamplemousse. It's the seven.
Geese because so easily turned.
Rushing to be what what, or look
The fluid dynamics -- somewhere this
Network is stemmed tabs
Tho the hammer music is free
What sort of person makes movies

Socks. Vandalism will peach
Above lessers, happily fat
To dissimilar taking the train.
What really always comes through
Which tree is the blast-off
In the name and later thanks
Sidelong and sage sideburns
The tangle of admission text
They get caught means you are grown
Face of so accomplishment low
Free minutes

And cut it out and send it
To City Lights Books and say
Look Lawrence, you're famous
Something that would make sense
While I'm here with my quota
The desperate quota which is
A little purse shouldn't lead
By describing all the purposes
Of the cable knit
The sharks are messing it up
The birthday party goes on smiling
Wave in the hair and a smile
Tomorrow happens bat an eyelash

Live as a session musician
So how often do you get midnight
The rest of them we build something
A gas station, a speech pattern
And a reckless continuous sadness
Park major say yes to the green
To move forward in the first time
We laugh alike and it's okay
To be a great name among outdoors
The unabomber is the next time
You go through Saturn returns

The great thing about a hangover
All the familiar television
So self the television
The whole room is a river I was saying
Is you have all these feelings
Television has these funny stories
It produces mild discomfort
Which it dissolves quickly
Within half an hour
And it shows pictures of tablets
Being dropped in water
Are you dropping the pipes in water
Today I am running so the laughter

I will be sure to mention
How the sleep is obedient
To looks in benevolent talent
The ghost of clean and tired
Button tells and it signs
Hungry anyway life
Comings and goings
Definitely noticeable signals
Emanate from a great height
I need a satchel to hide
From the winter light

You have what music is aggressive
I'm in stationary radical duplicate
If you can't say something real
Don't gargle the monochrome
Overpowering body light treetops
Altos of the foreign sugarbowl
The waves are hurrying I want you
Sadness standards slam my doors
Snowfall convertor open window buoy
Birdflight see-through coda reflections
To spell all city hiking cellular same

Don't be so morbidly charitable
Products and engines in the environs
The belts break and the clouds
Can't grovel in the echoing factory
Little distant gazebo fuzzy jetty
Atomized travelling machine in the water
We launch in the irritating lovelines
Millions are fixed volts below
Square and round property allergy
I will not be mine and that is health
Chart of memory leaving civil architecture

I apologize for domesticating you
And for entropy which is grandeur
And I apologize for marrying
This light which is strong when it slams
Into the huts and tides and poles
Is no less diffident, it beats my chest
As if I were a quiet pet of looks
Always only asking to be fed and loved
Incapable of rust tho pink ink run
Gaudy desires the cake the spool
Of who I am marking down
Numerous for the holiday

The travel's been so hard on me
I miss you and your phony German
The solid straw the presentation copy
You know me and I'm your fleece
Lights at regular distances go out
All the lights fall under the river
Things that feel all right and board
I get the distraction it's a boat
Hearing the ice skate sitting in the backseat
Hugging the nothing of you

When I was in such amperage
That nothing could come back coffee
All the afternoon music all the night
I had only one anthology to read
And I had written over all the pages
In ink I was a raccoon I was
A vending machine all the noise
Around me was as much a song as
A comet you go far away from the city
And climb in the dark a wooded hill
To see is a painting but it was
Wilder for being silly all around

When I was there inanimate all I
Could think was to animal knot
And unknot you, to get it with my teeth
But now though I move freely
I am I own both diver and proprietor
Of this secret ocean and this union
They splay the M on their hats
You're so medieval I want the seaside
Picnic of your adrenaline you know?
I'm sitting here waiting the interior roars
Straps hang down from the luggage rack

A pollen cold wilderness
Slinky redivivus everything with a spine
Loves another thing with a line
I want to shake you by your knot
You like me I think you're real
In your extravagant public depths
You tend the manta rays what
Goes away on its own though
Fights yes I get into fights
Amid my adulthood I want to talk
To all the voices rising here

The end of one static negotiation
And the progress of a wave
Tomorrow I'll be at work and
All the sleeping with anybody anybody
Does the bridge lights come down
The overlaying messes of light will
Conduct my thoughts into the ring
Which has everything to do
All function and method imposed for hundreds
Of hours as a sort of sexual undertow
It's important to know you
We're the army there are wounded
We imitate each other we're carbon

Burns and traces the light leads us
To a tender association
A lower evening I love all I get
Elaborate never knowing the deficit
But feeling the attention of loveliness
The blinking, icy cascade
I left my coat on the banister
I took off my shoes to slide across the wax
Undoubtedly very bright but a horrible read
With a destroyed outlook and a notebook
Someplace to sit relative to the sun
The sun was very clear today

Notation erodes the beaches
Quiet breaks down the chauffe-eau
Tomorrow knocks over my bloodstream
Advice implodes the snow
I guaranteed the safe passage
Of the book across the county
But I had not learned to carry myself
To sleep, and time was rowdy
I thought of you as Monday
I thought of you as white
I didn't know your family well
We got off the boat that evening

Here he can search for the discovery
That will make his career
But your father rented us this cabin
I am cozy here in the copier bond
Who's George? He's the quasi-alien
Who runs this zone? there's something
Out there Jesus. There's something
The alternative. Picture on this
Post-op, starting to scratch under
At least they'll get some sleep
Feels good actually thank you
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How big are you bigger than a half hour?
Are you wider than a shoe?
Warmer than a cup of tea? taller
Than an apartment? you take
Paper and you make it years ago
You walk so fast you talk sweetly
You make the music you want to hear
This war I'm somewhat relieved
Goes on a while without casualties
The truce of course is called early
On the morning of the first Sunday

Every guest is carried along on a form
Of unitary gonging, remorseless and
I am proud to be entertaining such lights
Such preliminary buccaneers all tried
In the space of satisfying plenty
That is what gives power
Among the continuing coming and going
Wavy plausible heartbreaking hello
That music asleep
Looks into the caves
And begins by drumming
Only kind victory is victory

It's cold in the hotels
And the mornings are dark
The second day is much
The third still more like
What goes away on its own
The dusty apartment
A scrabble game on the floor
The tub is full-sounding splashes
Pure desire is a dirty cat
I pity the academic named Harry Beaver
Number one no number two a woman
You were engaged to just asked you to dinner

I don't blame you that the TV's so bad
Northern California and my period
Free to vote the time yes
John Cusack for beginners female bodybuilders
Young among the $0 dollars
He made himself into a little ball
But I want to know who's reprehensible
Intensity skeeze what state hip pressure
The diffusion box has made me jealous
O background based on reducing fever
Silky soft my foot between
Your feet they make upholstery out
Of whatever you want hello? pushups

Are you talking about my door
I guess I just miss that feeling
Let's not make it this whole deal
Up and out this coat of shellac
Then I'll come back I just did it
Yes that's what I meant by hit
To be there swearing and yelling
And I made tiles and hills smooth it
Rubble over book saying lead
I knew completely wet down getting
Does it save you from the bad really?
But Gino said we're going to get

Sweeping compound Jordan can you
Write this down so I remember
Dust and junk off the floor you
Know what I also noticed so
Disgusting I think it's dead ok
That plain pine look gets excess food
Another storm on the way
It's not even ten and the mews
Tonight a pageant insider
Post office box hedgehog skidoo
Here at least I know it's the edge
That matters. Where anything
Serves here we go

The coffee gets me it's a line
And I'm looking forward at five
To the background to the translucent
Paper and the magazine production staff
Simon answers the phone they're filming
Lock it up roll sound action an always and
Alicia's collection of ice tea bottles
Is in a halogen sunray 1200w haze
Cardboard and cables down on the floor
The pathway to the office where I hand over
The day's deposits is blocked by screens
Lamps stands all this equipment
"Hey I learned my lesson" says

A woman with curly hair pulled back
She's short and then she reminds me
Cut the coke can is audible
God abides in me it's the shove
Just like that several assistants come roll
They want to know how to fax and copy
Ron's going home Simon's holding Larbaud
A defective copy several pages
In the first signature blank I blink
I'm roaring along it's okay
My desk is littered I'm sensitive
To the effects of caffeine stand by
Quiet all am I in the shot? shh

We're doing wild sound
There's too much hanging back
Not enough shots on goal
The time of um
Has the roll but not maybe
I can't window be your friend
Please ex me out
It's being proper two thousand
Quiet please I am rolling out
The end is an impasse
Barbaric no I have to change that
Contenido: 12 Botellas

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Convex mirror compact
My computer makes a noise
Sweeping compound on the sides of my shoes
A woman dumps some broken glass
They're yelling quiet and looking
While you were out David Shapiro called
Thousand sixty seven elevator
Buzzer quiet we're rolling labels
Due speculation is 4 turn sound
Audible folded arms keep trying?
Nothing Dutch mechanical run

It collapsed into darkness I was
They shut the flood liquor mart
A murderer room tone threads
Off the side of the notebook
So long unsolved password RETR 1
The combat vermilion I'm spikenard
Tertullian bhagavad-gita contestant
Get there before the fire department
To be an apostle and not a protein
The holiday elapses measurably the same
Dreaming in rhythm trademarks registered
Offer something I can use please

Knock down the walls
Like a powerful rule
Please go past my shoulders
Months
Meaning
Brushstroke
In the territory
Guitar chord
On the corner
Do you love me?
Dog goes by
Phone rings

1/17/97 5:30

412

SYMPATHY FOR THE TECHNICAL DIFFICULTY

Three dimensions is one too many
For the broadcast and the toys
I won't stand for the content
I won't start a practice
Everybody inhales their own smoke
Defeatism hard at its efficacy
The grid my heart and syncopation
Acting mayor, time to
Let it all go flinging away
So I can vote for it in green
And blinding turquoise jocose
White of baby wrong unsubtle
And nevertheless virtuous
Despite the catching zipper now
I can deal with the heft

411

The college well-lit drumbeat
Goes scotch and thorough
Intake peaceful, intake blue
Mainly we wait to be talking
So much preparation, so much cat
And then it comes up during
More habitable than anger
More flexible than law
Governors, applaud
How the pool stays still
And give me a dollar, thanks

Accelerate into the water
To discuss money
I've been stood up, I'm sitting
Near a room whether others write
Novels for their dogs, here we
Encorach and flop the pages
I like sex better
Than violence but am uncommunicative
Trumpets and dunce caps roll along

The cow is my quota
Of synthesizer jazz
The giants slumped in the coach
Chew gum, laugh, curse me out
I'm not old enough for this
I don't mean I don't have time
To boat the swamps of sincerity
And serenade comfortable cause
And I don't mean I'm not a giraffe
Water is beautiful, I'm cold

You know how difficult it is
To walk down the street of oneself
Uncamouflaged without hearing shots
Fired by whom? from where?
You know difficult it is to tune
A shortwave or a chapman stick
Under the waning city bray
Or cut a platform to spec
Or write on commission?
That's how I find this orchestra
That generates reflections
And which I love like a town

It establishes some surly icon
The time studies but I don't
Immodest and you better believe
The table is undergoing nothing
You're not here so I'm going
The fog the fuzz the
Provisional youth

410

ELECTRIC YO-YO

Thanks for the decades

The guy holding you walks
Toward St. Marks Place
I want to carry you
Through all you say is where you're made

Love is power
This I believe seriously
Law so cleanly
Mutual although power
Doesn't laugh on
Nor its divorces
Think or anything

409

The light is wet
Different times
Generous in secret
The light is wet

I'm at home in noise
Measure the room
Different times
Think of all the Rome

408

In principle I love to see the face
Her nails are copper the weeds are dead
And for poverty
What it allows
Better sit still
This range of motion
Put more wood under the tire
Or sand or something
Partisan crowd-out, vacuole

What was a seasonal flirt
In the rock you thing of things
Was rescue grossout ponytail
Was science and internal affairs
These lights were there on water
I paid the party last night
To go off to Connecticut
In the twinkle of buying a house
The eff she did so medical
The river rises four feet here

The advertisements gave it a rhythm
Of flying time which is ordinary
And New Year's Day brought a floodlight
The holy church crumbled sex on it
And the auto industry sent bolts of corduroy
Newspapers brought toasters and streets
And the nude women promised goodluck
The wide men sang transactions
The windows were considerably late

Codes have sheeted
The supply
To an aerial view
Which aids walking around not at all
I come after
When no one is left on the boardwalk
And the orange light in the rain
Seems to sway
Unlike lights of home

Craze protects the earth
For the movie put together
Like attracts like among trash
Disaster wire rah-rah
The line is busy and I'm in snake
Snake picks the flatlands
I choose to stay indoors right now
But hte doors are open
And the shadow of my hand
Soft edges nothing happening

Punk blade
For a job like the church
You have it index card form
The ratio is killing me
Smoke in the corners
Pocket watch for sale
Holy glow of coke can
Smashing sash half-stitch
Mots-croises Iggy Pop's
Emergency icicle tracker dictation

Friday, March 28, 2003

407

SOI-DISANT SOFT PORN (Third take)

Sobriety for Saturday
Sits high upon the river
And on the train the women say
What leisure days deliver
The wiring of our sporting cage
Takes months or longer to arrange
And as the care comes to a stop
I wait for more sleep
With a bag of books
And no beer

Silver jacket our nation
Provides a comfort to each one
The level of time we float in
Is a propyl, some disappear
To come from somewhere
And our place does its time
In that we are working awake
The criminal layer to xyz
It glutinous and shiny
It fades out and leaves a scent
Either of makeup or cologne

Thursday, March 27, 2003

406

GLOCKENSPIEL

Tone as you grove
For I am lonely
In the shift which shoves
It is beauty and meaning
That tongs in the mire
Lovely as the score
They flash on the phone
Proliferate shyly
Unto this office
The merry skittle game
The pharaoh beauty song
You would you would
This neighborhood
Getting slip sick sue
All these boxes are
Robust and elegy road
Fast for turning aside
The noisy light
Academy permanent
They have in year
In the push we lay

405

My brother was crying
In the lightning room
And I played piano
Till morning was cold
Hegel is an author
Whose books I will not read
The Mets are in third place
The Business Buying Guide
Hereby certifies all the information

404

A number of poems have escaped
Through the weekend I believe
In a god though neither kind nor just
Curious and completely attached to both
The cool event and the announcement
Today is the announcement of today
And I am no more telekinetic than I care
To blast music into small rooms

403

Convenience fox the moral
Interior, carom,
It's the movie equal to our charity
Silicon the new year
In Cairo perhaps
The analogy winter where
Manages the linear question
Focus and drop
It's rich
After it they credit
Orphan crown

402

SOI-DISANT SOFT PORN (fourth take)

My love tears at the fringe
Of my snorkel jacket
She draws narrow things
In the margin of her casiotone

TV hurled in the holy vibes
From the violation notebook
The cop holds no information
Has barely kept me warm

Midnight is lighter than everyone
A great deal on interference
The music on the telephone put there by an adult
And even if you talk down to yourself

What leisure days deliver
Takes months or longer to arrange
Our nation floats in propyl
It fades and leaves a scent

Three dimensions is everyone inhaling
The grid my heart and syncopation acting mayor
My stomach doesn’t hurt I don’t smoke
The bus doesn’t whistle anymore

Pink isn’t the color of the devil
The comics aren’t covering my floor
Equity finally the last week of this confinement
Out from the age and the social quiet

401

Where are you factor rowboat
when I sleep red/violet boardgame
That nothing open logo
Brings you near secret pony

I want you deliberate shadow
To rest here scarab cub
And breathe slowly wide meadow
So we may wake up together

400

In John Ashbery's long and beautiful poem
'Cleopatra' we ask what price
The jets sound like a blackboard
And everybody's in trouble, which I indicated
To you when we were driving
In the preset moment
You, Red Schoendienst, Red Auerbach,
Vlad the Impaler, all of you --
A file of white flowers like water
Form a pitcher - visions of the bills!
Nude music I prefer sex to violence
But am neurotic easter folksong

399

A shelf life
bright red
kinfe on plate sound
"I could run them off"
A fairly good likeness of one liter
A carefull wood mess

Those panes fit
Right in these
Panes, the further
Ones appearing much
Smaller than the
Nearer ones which
I know to
Be the same.

398

The caissons (pneumonia

with four original
a typewriter in the mirror
skirt

I'll find someone
music with words
the speedway. She jumped up

THE GRAY OF THE ROSE

your receipts, some whispering
"experientially"

397

SOI-DISANT SOFT PORN (second take)

The first part is the only part
That engine needs replacing
The cargo hold is noisy
Thousands of bees are being shipped
From here where we ridicule
The governor and his wife,
"The Human Hydrant"
Holy are the names of God
What is continuous is energy?
I'm sorry I broke the TV

Find it hunched in these squares
Prominent disturbances and holy vibes
Rain is a matter of conquest
And following is the birthday of apricots
The straws are creepy in a back pocket
But there is illness running through
Ther person, they are home now,
Why don't you call them if you're lonely
I envy the violation notebook the cop holds
The ball point pen though is so-so
There is no information in this poem
It has barely kept me warm

I am barely warm in the station
But it's barely capable of being called cold
Midnight is lighter than six p.m.
This cathedral is warmer than time
The people I know are older than I am
But I am not smarter than a train
I am heavier than midnight
Everyone is wiritng down their days
Their days are objects, they have goals
They are in love with day's disagrams
More than I am a cloud at night
More than I love a hallway of goats
Everyday is for me a hallway of goats

There is a great deal of interference
I must accept and it's convenient
To have magic and adulthood
The subway conductors are adults
The music on the telephone
Was put there by an adult whose job
Is also to say 'Please hold' as often
As a brace of arrows goes flying
Which here is not often although not
Out of the question
Midnight is serious
About the habits it takes you
To get to it but it doesn't matter
Whether you talk down to yourself
You still have to sleep and get home

396

SOI-DISANT SOFT PORN (first take)

Glory is a rest from
Properties of otherwise
Clicker, reading glasses
I drink with and the grand
Silk estomac presentation
Copy of baby yourself
To play to snorkel
Jazz never random father
Protestant new year breather
Choke up on it Kevin called
Lese-majeste was here
Hozomeen end of an ocho

Tape down the windows
Called to be a friend
I could count the times
And the night is low
Undeprived and therefore forfeited
Of glass light and holiness
What magnet what force
Was at work to keep things
It does seem often to be there

It is a social poetry
My love tears at the fringe
Of my snorkel jacket
She wants to annoy me
And so she distresses the edge
She draws narrow things
In the margin of her program
Now will she go to Boston

What they note for you they note for me
Tomorrow barrel, stately, adulthood
Carries out beyond, I have to hire cars
To get below the archway, it's a party
And I'm hunched, God, it's lethal in here
With all this playing out, I got old
And didn't we leave the corridors
To go for food (food means noise)

Guy is dancing
It's so sober robes
I have a crush on being rude
All through this casiotone
Silence you're a potential sweetie
In some variable occasions

395

CIGARS OUTSHINED BY THE MOON (Second take)

Sadness is cold
Cat looks at me, he’s money
And I won’t be that way myself
In this critical shack light
Coming in from weddings
August directs to park all across me
Phase me with a quip
Ambient solace is tired and I’m starving
I’m lonely, I feel let

394

CIGARS OUTSHINED BY THE MOON (First take)

Sadness is cold
Everything butler
The enemy reproaches
Teacup in a teacup
He bats it and eats it
It hails in the early a.m.
Pardon the car I start
And the light offshore
Cleaning stacked apples
Cleaning stacked

Cat looks at me, he's money
And I won't be that way myself
In this critical shack dim light
Coming in routinely from welding
All parking lot August across me
The quip of trying to phase him
Is in the ambient solace I get
I'm tired and it feels like I'm starving
I'm lonely and it feels like I'm let

Elephant you're elastic mondo
And some thunderbird bump is
The neighborhood association
Repealing this haiku by wizards

That's a policy too vertebrate
For malleable strangers
They camouflage their buzzer
You celebrate your young

The object I saw there and didn't acquire
Came flying at me in the echo
Early in the morning light moving day
And to lug it

393

JIM KRELL

Riot squid - Bakersfield!
Estimates that shiver
What needs breeze -
Lava over the ice behooves
The depleting bevy of jabs
The tended world, floral without pause
Matinee hibiscus ethereal
Heatseeking, gaining --
Reads on the dory -
Everything being great if you let it
Guarantees so besides
Pollenated rustics -
Smile back at stares

392

THE MOON OUTSHINED BY CIGARS (2nd take as edit of Vol 1 Attachment)

Two arcs joined at the ends
A thin scree. The sink
Gills up Bromeliad
Unabridge — mortgage fiddle / Gemini
Warm and there is motion
So it double loops Crash
Bouncing down the - door
Says hello, Eric says hello, Maria
Ventilator (80 mph).
It is refracted cry
Slav mom if fakemonger irrefrangible
A monologue I legs crossed
And get contango laugh
She wasn’t even
My pollenation quadrille
The New Columbia what do we
Settling quarter tone

391

THE MOON OUTSHINED BY CIGARS

Identical guitar heat
Identical Nixon motorcycle carpet
Identical freedom angel dust bouffant
Identical girlfriend vulture Ft. Tryon
Identical fat guy phone call
A man pulls open the women's room door
To demonstrate and solve its stuckness
Identical carry him out over your head
Identical leopard blond pom pom
Identical so-badness of ass-kick
All the matches in the book identical
Identical posture identical smile
Identical distance to stare into
Identical pinball experience
In the event of the identical
Also known as the uncanny stop
And shiver where you are
In the event of identity politics
Identical politics does a do some
Politics have to be identical focus
And slo-mo fade and Cobain
Fuzzy contradiction city poetry
Poetry of nothing beautiful properly
Identical fraternity smoke squeal
Lemon unbutton limesplease please
Then palace of identical climbing
Identical hairline identical sensation
Embrace identical light in the street
Sense crayola broadway trademark
Identical meaning twist calico
Male delimit o parka o thermal
Of hating the continuing story
Classic audience of identical
Engine noise face slap tell
Suddenly what pronoun back pain
Backwards cap cowboy pants
(For Maria) identical light waves
Of soda crack up and smile
Only so much tahoe cymbals
Identical french braid overbite
Darkened hemoglobin

390

ATTACHMENT AND LOSS VOLUME ONE ATTACHMENT (first take)

The speakers next to the screen.
What is last? When do they put the potato -- the vent comes on --
Two voices saying "Everyone
Two arcs joined at the ends
A thin scream. The sink
A glass fills up Boo! cough
Unabridged - silk iris / gemini
Warm and there is motion
So it double loops Crash
Bouncing hour later - door
Says hello, Eric says hello, Maria
Elephant drawer slide vent.
It is refracted cry
Slam mom if talking tweet
A monologue I legs crossed
And get into want laugh laugh
She wasn't even there
My paper blur public world
The New Columbia what do we
Settling vent quarter note yeah
Piano set in oh that all day
If I if I if I
Sort of evil to me sort of neat
Repetition laugh oh
Say can you see by
Fear keeps them quiet alone
Animal dictionary credo
I subdivide I know
In the kitchen almost

389

PROBLEMS OF YOUR SELF

A flood leaves a mark.
A feeling is more like a world record.
I am spending and thinning.
It was me before and it will be me.
You on the other hand are the sme.
Is there always an import section?
Are there news?
You are most-favored nation.
Paragraphs occur, sentences happen.
People form lines.
The sidelong rules.
Airplanes are more like nail polish.
A snowman is more like a raft.
Youth is an asian pear.
I am taking a train to my parents' house.
I am 26. Alphabet year,
Two past the odyssey year.
Consciousness is a slender hand.
The industry of the self.
The self. Yourself. Foo.
Why does Raymond hate poetry.
What dissociation is he unwilling to make?
Montaigne's version of imagination is paranoia.
The paranoia of poets is legendary.
Peekskill is a relatively poor town on the Hudson River.
I used to go there to buy gum and get my drivers' license.
Nan Goldin's photographs are described as transactional, diaristic in the most superifical sense -- recording the appearance of uninvestigated individuals.
O how I anticipate transactions.
They are tuxedos; I am a pict.
I slog in the fen.
One could write along categories.
Diaries. 8 shillings for pheasant.
Hemingway in his braggadocio called them ten dollar words.
The self is as much ballet as painting.
Fighting is equal parts writing and welding.
A car door on the fire escape.
Window rolled up.
Which is to say zero?
No no no only.
Four minutes thirty three seconds.
Starry impasse poems.
Flipped over burnt cars.
More like less like.
A water tower is the organ loft.
Light blue sand.
How to do a flood.
If you have a phone you will phone.
Geese taking off splash.

388

Everybody has a guidebook
Everybody being a stranger teenager
Craft is a whoredom for winning thorns
And underground barking ducks, wawtchcaps
A married sunrise is holding your truth
It's like afford the way I saw inlay
Boom off and food done beep streaks
Ulster-bright of a toreador sex
Wailing clean the cat
And stabilizing amber in argument
I did introduce them after all
And the precipice gives value
They nestle their heds in the silver
And commence to giggle and swear

387

AVENUE DEUXIEME

Walk scoping profiles and
Reflections intimately last
The lightest scratch of cashmere's
Reciprocity, hi Tuli, thanks
For the readymade great moments
I'm going to swear at your beautiful lady
Fuck the data, fuck the free being close
All these white walls are a bad idea
And you are reticent my treble clef
You confuse yourself to eat soup in the window

Wednesday, March 26, 2003

386

I am totally distracted
From Bartram's botanical
Latin that he wields
Against the alligators
By the blonde
Going through her papers
Opening and closing
Her portfolio, going
And her purse, going
Through her purse
And reading her
Lick and folding her
Paper over and over
And now three people
Have gotten on they're
Sitting on either side
And around us and she's
Looking at me
Ai! the alligators
Can have him --


385

DEATH'S RIVAL (Kids on television outtakes)

Imitations are damaged
And it hurts when I close my eyes
I can't help myself
Tattooes are omniscient
I don't understand what you're telling me

Very truly yours
Is the scrawl all telephoto
Are you telling me a doozy
Intelligently or just
Coming up behind me and sighing

The deaths among the living
well the flesh is wrinkled
For a time, and the time

The boy lately lost the road
Ah a soda hits the bar hard
We live and happen to be

Molested in the whitish smoke
Christmas eve is a tumble, a dark
Fame, and that's that, that

Guy who watches the door
Smiles and takes his time before
Letting anyone past, and past

Is what any of us (oxygen!
Lovely) are hit with when someone
Won't be here sometime ever.

No being sloppy. No Spain
No motorcycle no mohawk
No basketball uselessness lyric

384

THE SUN WAS COMING UP (Kids on television outtakes)

The books are hot and your hat
What days are a process
What ark what hiccup
You have no snow hat
And it's cold on the wall
It's bright orange and real

I'm sad today and discount rock
I don't want spray paint subway
Diagrams halt their incest
From the latin meaning to oblige
If I love your ear it's nearest
Me when inevitability is a dictator's
Wife and I am unclenching you
The luxury of being alive
Is fine in subway light

383

AND TO START

By five minutes what do I mean
By knowing it am I in church
Now in the ventilation
The furnace sound add
Weapons and barricades
Give off light

382

CONSCIOUSNESS

Am I doing here?
Artificial light an index
Would I go too?
Would I radio

And candles and then stop
Shake of the head
An iter
Another interval

381

CHURCH

Absent

The word is all unread
O a big city, how unknown
The part of each is
How blessedly separate and dark

Absent
But tracing along ephemera
Each one in the swarm
Moving and also thinking
Not where they pass the year

380

CHURCH

I'm arable for long
Light gives in the tweed
All the gold figure wishes
Its bully fold, territory
A destined grove for energies
To be sudden diminuendo
Be foreign echo collect in light
Beings of light
And what is light

379

DRIVER

Hunched at ten-fifty
The earthly being-on-the-job
By contraries and peering
The working press
I am driving. Shotgun

Mirrors, the candlepower
Of the object (without a helmet)
What's with that guy

And what I get done,
Lane and the dark stretch
Not the hours, shake it
Far they're hungry no
A highway rescue van
The questionnaire southerly

378

PONY ECLOGUE

Me: Why must I always clean your butt,
Why can you not clean it yourself?
But you have grown more patient,
And do not act upon how much you hate
Me when I hold you here and clean you.

Pony Cat: I love you, but do not show you love,
For all you show anyone is spite.
You act only from spite and until you love...

Me: That is true. I am sorry Yoda.

Pony Cat: Ha ha. Put me down.

377

WE SAT HERE

Being partial (I remain
Silent about many events) means
Tomorrow there at the end
Of the hearing the call
Will be from someone (am I
Passive? This will be someone
Returning my call) and
So the walkie-talkie will
Snap out a description of me
A narration for the videotape
I missed you. You're freezing.

376

TIME ON MIDAS

The rain looked very severe
Blowing in sheets down Broadway.
Sheets is the wrong word.
An orange dwarf walked by, and
A woman a few feet away
Walked with her arm extended
Towards the baby. The rain
Was overwhelming without falling hard.
It soaked my pants up past the knees.
In my bag my copy of 'Nervous Tissue
Culture' was getting wet, and
The keyboard was getting wet
Through the change of pants
I had packed on top of the
Books and papers.

I am as calm as if I were sure
I were about to fall in love.
I am sitting on the train
In the rearmost seat with a view
Of the rivers, not the fires.
I feel like flirting with everything.
In the city this is a fine way
But on Midas it's unrecognizable,
Or rather, incomprehensible. My
Drying pantsleg has just slid back,
Giving me a little start.

Many people have boarded early.
Flashes bounce around the car.
I am a little embarrassed
That so many people document
Their embarkment on such a short
Trip, but then, what are these
Reports? The bell buzzes and
A group of people with long hair,
Some very short and some of
Average height, all of them
Wearing blue, jump on as the
Doors bounce together.

We are in the whale. The rain
Has absorbed a lot of the static
And most people are very involved
In something -- I am writing this,
Some men are dreaming, one woman
Is painting, another woman is
Turning past the pages without
Pictures, and a guitar player
Is performing a complicated flag.

We have just left the whale.
I forget if the jaguar or the spoon
Is next. I forget whether, I mean.
The mud trench by the houses
Is smoking, and the rain is hard
And dark. A bobcat. Two more.
This must be a new path.

I am happy to leave the city
And be a road trespasser now
And again for a few days. Oh.
Where most of the flashes
Indicating picture taking had been
Coming from, a beautiful grey-brown
Girl of twenty has just risen.
A whitish man takes some pictures
As the girl walks down the car.

Midas is fine if you like swans.
Swans are very desirable when
They eat and when they swim.
The rivers are flooded with cars!
That must be why we've changed paths.

When I got back to the house
The light was a dim yellow
In the hallway from the open door.
In the bathroom I flipped the switch
And it stayed dark. I sat at
The piano and looked out at
The yellow and orange trees
And started playing. At first
I just hit my usual chords, sevenths
And fifths. The wind was so loud
In the leaves. I started just
Tapping notes very slowly then
Very rapidly, playing the same
Note with two hands. Then
I mashed some chords wherever.

I am upstairs waiting for
The power to come back on.
A car has just pulled
Into the driveway, and a
Golden retriever has hopped out
And gone to the front door.
I start down to see what it is,
But the screen door is already
Closing. When I get back to
The room and look out at the car

The van which is full of animals
Is backing out of the driveway.
Some dogs are moving their heads
And looking at the window
Of this room.

I am supposed to be synthesizing
But the power is out. A wooden clock
Is going. Downstairs it is the
Only sound. A click in the heating
System. None of these causes
An overtone in the piano.

Outside sounds are chirps and taps
Of rain on the windows. Sometimes
There are gusts; some gusts snap
Huge branches. My mother calls these
Bursts tornadoes and she may be right.
She also says the bumps are spider bites.
Standing, hunching still in the trees
Are many black squirrels.
Last night it was very clear
To me that the words we men use
To talk about the beauty of women
Such as elegant, graceful and lively
Correspond to the following terms
Used by women: tits, breasts, boobs.
Sitting here in this room, though,
I wonder whether the binary
Is man/woman or city/Midas.
Is there no such thing as yes or no?
The wind is pushing the leaves
Revealing their organizational
Principle to be the cluster.

Without power even the portable
Will not work. I feel stifled
In my chest because there is
So much to report, and I'm sure
There are many reports to receive.
It is as if I am locked out.
I am locked out and it's getting dark.

Anyway I don't feel like synthesizing.
I want to watch the Shakespeare.
Could it be preached? While I was
Playing before I started singing
'Anything different is mud'
'Anything I sing'

There is a mistake in the renga
And now I'm afraid to copy
Any of the old reports. I don't
Want to distribute an old love
Accidentally. I've heard myths.

Loves. It may be. Ow. A pain
In my head in the back
Of my throat and behind my eye.
What was I going to say. Oh.
It may be... muscles... anaphora...
Tone... affect... this always happens
At twilight. The duration of
Any given perception is half as long
As it seems when it first completes.

Night in Midas. The front door
Slams. There is music coming
From somewhere in the room.
It was a tiring meal.
I don't have the energy
To go to the organ concert.
'My friends are Cherokees'
Sings the singer. Perjury, I think.
Tiring because in poor sauce.

Lasting things try indirection here.
I'm so tired from the trip
And the darkness is nowhere
Near abatement. 2000 books
And six of them are the Bible.

I'm cold and the lizards
Are moving slowly.
A song about the cold is playing.

At four this morning there was a reset.
I was unable to go back to sleep.
Food here is too sweet. I did
Not have enough and now I am
Toasting one of the rolls.
The poetry in the newspapers
Is good-natured but conventional.
I am reading Bartram's Travels.
It's five and I'm back in bed.

375

THE KIDS ON TELEVISION IMAGINE ME (Qu'est-ce que c'est vers. 3)

I know what it’s like to be looked at
It’s flat as crumpled paper
It burns cleanly and quietly
It sounds like snow falling when it burns

The overpowering day hits me
And I make a sound because
I’m hollow and bell-shaped

this crowded poem could be gay

This composite Saturday which cuts an egg in half
This crow tree
This perjurer merrily articulate

This bird landing in wood chips
And fist fight over mandala garbage cans
As a pardon water-fountain go slaps
Walnut grass backwards tether of a foot
This double decker this worry date
Apache birthday taco celebration
Of one at a time

If I love your ear it’s nearest
Me when inevitability is a dictator’s
Wife and I am unclenching you
The luxury of being alive in subway light

The movies are jumping from a burning building

Grocery store memorizations this
Is the aisle I dream about this
Is the aisle of all products
But I don’t have cash I’m in drag

Very truly yours
Is the scrawl all telephoto
Tattoos on my mission
Are you telling me a doozy
Intelligently or just
Coming up behind me and sighing

374

WHAT IS THAT WHAT THAT IS (Second take)

I give up it’s fall
Listening to the love of anything
Say some cliché I have a crush
The train goes by with a boom

I go to work it’s so cold
The wind is in my face I can’t breathe
Everybody walking the other way
Looks at the sidewalk black hair pale skin

Cars go by with trees in back
A single tree on the cliffs is red
Women in ads look sad
They’re not beautiful but you are
You and the river
The river is burning green

I am not decent! I’m no authority!
I’m caught like a cat

373

WHAT IS THAT WHAT THAT IS (First take)

I give up it's fall
Listening to the love of everything
Say some cliche I'm so mean
I can't stand the prohibition years
They take all the kids for a walk
I shaved yesterday badly I have a crush
On the Indian girl on the train
Will I always be hyper, Indian girl?
Will you always be so 23?
The train goes by with a boom

It's only a strong feeling
Wide eyes and downturned lips
Painting is going from place
My painting is under a stack of cds in my office
I'm a mess and it's not cute
A woman looks she turns aorund in her seat
To look back at the river
The river is burning green

I go to work it's so cold
The wind is in my face I can't breathe
All the women walking the other way
Look at the sidewalk
They have black hair and pale skin
And very red lips and cheeks
They're cold and I am too
But I love them

Relaxing to be checked out
Only when you're smiled at
The overpowering day hits me
And I make a sound because
I'm hollow and bell shaped
The ocean, what's that?
And when can we expect a holiday
To lose our sunglasses on eachother's heads?

Your mother writes notes with a pen made of gold sparkles
But you only adjust your sweater
I hope I'm not being scary
I wish I could concentrate
On these notes in Havana ink
I wish I had a car with a tree in the back
A single tree on the cliffs is red
Women in ads look sad

They're not beautiful but you are
You and the river

Going from one thing to the next
Is not the same thing as going
From the beginning to the end
I am not decent! I'm no authority!
I'm caught like a cat
At home for the weekend

Attention kibitzers
Please use more energy
When you hit me across the back
And head with your bundles of sticks!
I am not a random baby of the week,
I know what it's like to be looked at
And I'm aware of some horrible things.
You owe me only the effort
Of any ice floe university

I was patient with crannies
And learned how to talk
And now am subsumed

My life is my life not a place
It's flat as paper
It burns cleanly and quietly
It sounds like snow falling when it burns

The trees here are covered with ivy
The light goes through
A beautiful girl is getting off the train
Thank god I only have one stop to go
Ah she's big and awkward
I'll miss her so much

There are boats on the river
Are better than the buoys
But at least the buoys are there
All the time they stick to it

The window of the train
Is covered with a splotchy pattern
Suggesting an adhesive-backed piece of plastic
Has been ripped off of it.
The sun has set behind the palisades.
By a notch in the cliffs the sky
Is deep red, then orange-red,
Then yellow-orange, then yellow white
Then a deepening blue
Which I see through the silhouettes
Of thin clusters of deciduous trees.

The automotive plant is empty.
The lots around it are empty.
How do I know the plant is empty?
I look to the other side of the train
There is a dim reflection of me
Who am thinking dim thoughts
As the train lately charged with twice as many passengers as were here before
Starts honking and tooting we're going fast.
A little girl hits her mother with an evergreen twig.

On the train
I know how to ride the train
on the train you are the suitor
Of yourself whom you must turn down
In a clear and friendly way
So that you can be calm and alive not bothered by the fact
That you're sitting with dozens of strangers
If you're riding the train with someone else
Let me know if you figure that out.

If I say classicism girl balloons
Indifferent to the meaning
I bring it to Jerome again
For no one wants him covering
Their huts with aging riprap.
But if those words are not feudal
Mastery of Christmas is mine!
And then only 364 or 5 to go.

I have no energy now
But I want to write poems.
I will not take litigiousness for passion,
Nope. The brain is a lonely tiger.
Tigers love some other tigers.
It's dark on the river
Nothing to see but civic math,
Nothing to hear but kids, vents, horns
And trains going the other way.

How expensive is it to look
Into the sun itself?
How mongrel do we consolidate
Magic crystal sheriff?
Harmonic barricades Mrs.
Academy erection?
Sare is virtue really bump
Tag him out at first?

Daddy glimpse
All the arcane tractors
Garamond and bembo
Lately I am song.
Breakfast lunch and midnight snack
Harlem needs a lot more light
The past is a video game
This is called forcing the tools.

372

The lilac luggage with washcloths
Took our time across the clover
Our eggs were spending
The nation was good in a cat
To be fat the drift goes

A cat is to be fat now noise
Along the dark road is our
Friendship to be. Tricked
Into paying attention is the

Feeling obliged. Shouting out to
So you weren't protected?
And he says he was a virgin
What's the connection? He's racist
And my boyfriend's black I'm 15.
That's why I'm worried if I'm pregnant.

Then using your sex to get back at
Your dad, how is that going to
Send him? You would be doing to him
What he did to your mother.
This is very healthy. But you're
Not being the victim of your actions.

371

Not responsible for celebrity where
Are these girls sincere I
Here of tender fashion hear
The water of hte lake like
A dolphin the coral of antlers
Skulls to be smoking along
In the tambourine gunshot
Of stubble light a pinball toast
In the German of late winter

Oh to be a robot
In the endless sugar of versions
Your thought is bourbon to a bum
And your shoulder is sabotage
My time with you is aspic
Being locked between exits
Too much next in the air

370

HIDE IN THE MERCURY

The weekend a marching band
Came through like a pair of shoes

369

PASSION IN THE BLANK

Now the star winds
Like the edge of a neighbor
The bag of cloves massacre
Unavailable capability
Draws out of the air above us

Over is a red named blue
Silk scarves like a tough plastic bag
Over the tripod the candle tapping

A carbon of the darkness
Is my abandoned square. Red
Abandons. His wax tongue
Melted. a citizen moire
The code is the room
And friendship the eyes close
(Like binoculars).

There he is in the woods in the city
Like light reflected by a pool
Glossy bursting up out of breath
His words

To see it organized
Like american words of 1954
Acids of a leg are another
Light night's frantic assembly
Of the clean ear barren
Something paces in the street next door

Adept is the rumor of how
The baby sunrise
Artillery as a failure
Dim light on the plaster wall stairwell
Is an academic for the radio

Are you born?
Does life have friends?

368

She is sad.
And now I am home.
It might have been better
If I came back after her quiz.
Journalism is a crap
Best learned from other journalists.
That's what it is! says she.
Now what do I do?

367

BROKEN SAUCE

There was a sympathy
To stop in and write my way out
With a dissonant
Proton green
Glare in the strewn
To get yon high
Horses behind a podium
To be good ever
With you near by
Allergy cats
Imagine lumber in the sauce
Of penis diamonds
Cold orange coals wow but
Wait for the Moshiach
Messy bicycles the bra across
At gaunt het the rain
In the window
A roman looks from awls
The street totally housebroken
By the voting booth blitz
Cameras on the five

Tuesday, March 25, 2003

366

GREETINGS

The ragged fringe of paper
Torn along a straightedge
Doesn't turn me on but neither
Does someone I sort of know
Saying 'should I come fuck you'
Well hello I love you
Look at this book of typefaces
From the early nineteen twenties
Do our opinions coincide are we
Friends is that person who hits
His girlfriend and me for
No apparent reason your friend
Because I don't think it'll work
How are you anyway?
I am Irish and angry
Medicated by the yellow light
I hate these clerks they
Sing in a band I know I walked
Out in them you can't buy
Beer in the groceries the cops
Do you want to go west with me?
The time is light
Leaves blow down the path
I miss the city streets
Nothing to prove to anyone here
I couldn't hear anymore
So I went inside and shut the door
You were going to sleep in the future
I saw a star fall through the air
It burned and left a trail of smoke
You impress me with your sarcasm
Looking for a cold luscious life
Of silence and noise, green chords
I took up poetry when I got sick of TV
So if you want to make all the money
It's fine with me buy me some pants
I'll make dinner I won't read you poems
You won't tell me about your job

365

SHAPES OF SKY

Swarming blue flat coming towards
The buildings intimately, the scull
In portage above the East River,
Humid disc of airports, seething
With clots as under a microscope
And the upturned bowl the valley
Highway and above, popping

364

I am a bed is a book
The old woman trembling
And tucking in her shirt
(Succinct) temperance fountain
Placed the table but it was
Three steps the third foot
Of the table was inequal
The head is a piece of crockery
Making it equal constantly
Fact slope is cleavage
And which the crockery
In the sleet bongos a minute
From now how the bagpipes do

363

In the middle
Of the room
On a bedframe
On a couch its frame
A baby in purple pants
And purple coat another
Twins! walk forward
As if falling
Then not not-if,
Not not-even
Moral or not
The earth rolls
Accustomed
And the baby eclipses
Now chasing
It bounces on
Not to be disdained
By the bed

362

I can't think of the word
For the part of my fountain pen
That lets me draw ink from awell
Into a reservoir in the pen --
Regulator? adaptor?
Ah! converter -- is that it?
William James talks about
What happens when a word is lost
And Lacan talks about
Desire is structured as a lack.
Do I marry a missing word
Or make my love an allergy,
The right receptor filled
By the wrong stimulus? Woof.
I'm writing too much
Because I want to get this
Gray ink cartridge
Used up soon,
I want to go on to rose
And brown,
And blue-black, turquoise,
And cherry-red, and orange-red!

361

Virgil died watching TV.
Ovid died in the Swiss Navy.
Whitman gave up in the lab,
Garcia Lorca lived far better.
Marvell sat on a hill alone,
Sappho rubbed her sister's scalp.

Emily Bronte sucked on an ice cube,
Robert Browning fired a gun and laughed.
A million years went by. Hemingway cried.
Bach went up the attic stairs.
Keats was consumed by radio static.
A nurse blotted Ben Jonson's brow.

360

Cross as rose at first among equals
A love without crisis I'm scared
The occupation a chimney of paved
Fields clean sheets teletype avenues
The hopeful morning boggles the mouse
Down sepia hallways detail-cleaned
Highways sweet terrain but who
As beside myself as I in the dust
Says hooray unafraid of the cars
Cutting across the equals sign
What passenger empty church bell
Floating and friction
The bad taste modern fiction
Has and leaves I confess
And also I admit ironically
The ease and poise of recent work
In the less regulated world of vowels
Per se are mine as much as I
Continue to grant power of the purse. I
Find more and more in ancient fiction's
Detachment but sometimes embrace of words
I mean connotatively their flavor. I confess
Until I left school I thought it was work
To pick up Tristram Shandy. Emotionally,
I have a lot of work to do.
Can recent fiction help me with this work?
Looks doubtful. Verse, too, is sketchy, words
Convincing the best true engagement is a fiction,
Best taken ironically, before bed.
What else, non-fiction? Half-life non.
To confess is wolf in poetry.
Does drama work? Not like a hero,
The ideal undiscovered I
I thought I glimpsed when first I saw words.
I thought I saw beauty unironically
Floating in everything truthful and fiction.
And I saw the people who work with words
Ironically, I confess -- turning themselves
To fiction and life.

359

THE DINOSAUR LOVES YOU. GIVE HIM DIFFERENT DREAMS.

Reginald's dear music_____;
We long to change our ways
But blot the birthday
Winking eye for sodium chloride.
Decide decide on city,
The womb, and clarify.
Felony comes to the hands
The cheek between the teeth.

Energy is random wine
Bequeathing glory's puce
For cats upon the testicles
Of practice tests. Energy!
A company making money
The mouse hides further down
Then rises above the house --
My heart -- and crushes
With a peep the frame.

The insect pet of Ketchikan
Comes bounding through
The birdy air. Oh shut
The door as difficult,
Think comparisons. The terms
Are eager jerks tonight,
Cold birthday.

358

Mizzen mast perplexity
Exactitude is home
To calibrate ostensibly
Eccentrics at the dome
For alibis come teaching songs
To candelabrum zones
And extirpate existence
Exactly exit chrome --
Exacerbate existence
Exactly as was known.

357

Float is songs of age
For money's dill
The sirens of avenue
Barge drunk

Give me a pom pom
To grieve a steam girl
Surprising kitten door

Timing is a chemical
From perjury to horse
Charity Manhattan
Is Shakespeare hum-along
Fur storage of the balladry
A comet cleans despicably
But presence tames a soldier
From archery to Rome

356

Marble in the flask
Of "fish tv"
A bottle of red
Burnt iron
The fans
New coat

355

The phone under
Her head her shoulder
Pressed up happy
Birthday dear Alex
Happy birthday to you

354

DICE

America's cup
Filled with sugar
Dimes on the love
Trade you a silver gliaphoo
Cause nothing amkes a difference
To you -- just sit there

I'm a photo in a plastic frame
Bar code across my chest
Where are the bullies?
Separate to open press to close

The dark box plays reggae
A coat hanger and a cabot
Burn up the carrots
Keep reading the package
There must be something
About sudden explosion

They penalize stocking feet
Box of papers, you in
Your early twenties, a forelock

Pegs on the wall
Man standing next to pegboards
Man standing next to vaulting horse
Girl standing next to plastic turtle
Bad events and soul girls
Two hours pass

Shanty shindig ample sample
Please release your knees Louise
Clever average of rival cleavage
Total hibiscus kiss us success
Lightbulb might bowl likeable
Foam ma'am lime home damn
Toboggan independent log-on

Make them fuzzy sell them more
Skate across the ocean
On the edge of an orange shell
Cutting out the underwear ads
From literary magazines

Smile at the dogboat
It never runs aground
Slivers of the book of bones
Pasted on its hull
At night when the blankets
Are pulled up off the street
And the last drunk shark
Has ordered his apples
The hum of the dogboat
On the flat water
Keeps me, keeps me

The bouzouki playing next door
And the string bass downstairs
The drill press in the back
And the diva in the streets
The sorrows of young Herbert
Asleep in his footsteps
Dreaming of an organization
Better than a paper bag

MILK cup
Spoon
shadow
open
shirt
plage
boom
vote
stars
finish
lightbulbs
or not
country

The wooden carving of a
Black minister
Over the doorway
Colored lights
Green red orange
Around the room

So if one kind of novel
Is a series
Of conversations with
All the interesting people
In a place
Then another is a record
Of the life
As a series
Of friendships beginning
Ended and suddenly
Started again

Stories told, and retold
And handed to a delivery boy.

353

I have often been an object of ridicule.

I enjoyed the Baader-Meinhof show.

Isn't that a false dichotomy?

I'm just going to write down what you say.

352

Have you seen my shoes?

I think it's kind of sentimental.

I haven't heard that name in years.

Can I borrow your mirror?

351

Hi, can I come in?

This is the first time I've ever done this.

Oh, oh, oh --

That was yummy.

350

The big round key
Opens the front door
Fluorescent lighting
Black and white tile.

Uh I'm going to Doctor
Loomie on the eleventh
Floor ridged rubber mat
On the diagonal across.

The stepladder key on the outside
In the bottom lock clockwise
Get inside close the door
Disarm the space alarm.

349

Are these buses taken?
She puts her foot on the roof
And balances but it
Gives and she hops off.

348

MOVING SALE

The trellis narrow at the gate
Leaning forward looks like it
Wants to smell your hair
As you pull the door and go
Through the stones in the path
Set into the grass the gate bangs

347

Hamlet as performed by one person.
The Tempest in semaphore.
Henry V eating some rosetta stones.

I want you to be something I
Want you to be you beautiful monster.

Watercress like a sympathy card
O shocking nobility,
Dazzled scarf sunflower head!

Monday, March 24, 2003

346

FOR THE FIRST TIME I'M IN LOVE

"I" am the ghost of a match
Made in the Ohio blue-tip style
By a glum Spanish-speaking woman
Whose father is in heaven.

I go down to the market
And set up my folding table
It hurts my hand to get the legs
And I put big rocks on my poems.

Don't you think it would be better
If in summer camp they didn't make
The girls tie the boys up into rafts?

So I spend my nights, on line
In the supermarket behind girls
With mohawks reading Home and Garden.

345

IN THE STREET TRYING TO FLOAT

Endlessly avoiding choosing what to be

344

I am downstairs making fun
Of the English language.

343

MOSES DE LEON (Second take)

Call me big and treeless
Your Uncle Bob was magical.

Red light in school stairwell windows
In the big black building.

342

TO TAP

In the dark black bar
The bartender presses he looks down
A button the screen bursts grey
And in a top hat
Fred Astaire leans one
Way his legs go the other
I'll have another dark
Holiday rose

341

THE EARTH IS SUSPICIOUS

Of its seventy-five dollars

A man in briefs
Looking straight out of his window

The t-shirt gives a white light
It's not the point but you have
To play each point.

No et ceteras here!

340

HOLE IN THE MEMORY

My subject matter: competition
And passion, work and love, joy
And depression, the normal and
The eccentric. Ghosts like birch trees
Rising in the yellow mood of gray
New York apartments. A plant
With broad green leaves on the sill
Of a renovated window a baby rolling
On the changing blanket on the bed.

339

HEAT IN THE MORNING

Skateboards in the street
A feather in the wine

338

BREAD AND MAMMOTH

Lipstick on a straw
Berry white light of a naked
Only trick doctor whip
Me for the booze
Take the empty night light
Fill it back up for the yo boy
Calligraph and no-no hunter
Piano scumbag breakthrough deserts

337

ESSAY IN RUSSIAN

The sense is not orchestrated
But there are complete winds
Reclining in the harrassment
Antlers in random anthills

Love reorganizes, tense unheeded

His star quarter-note valley
To make her pandering final.

The subject of the subjunct:
Verdure! Delay due to politeness.

Hold a bowl in its jane
Full of purple grapes, red strawberries
Up to the clear water
Whitish in the sink

As it comes down
Whitsh and clear black

Friday, March 21, 2003

336

THE SABBATH AS WINDOWS

My smoke is a darkling bulb
To punish generous bees
For suburbs reckon stuff
In geographies of content
But broken from the sleepy try
Each question has a value
And a valve, a coating for
The tonic, a picnic in clover.

335

GONER AS SICKO

Courage mahogany
Inside a storm overlap
Being on casual vroom
Exclamation point moon
Crouching behind you
Sunset on deer's knees

334

THERE IS NO WORD

There is no word like Galilee
Though library is sterling
To the gambit it makes early

Lose it all on purpose is a boob
Drawing its cocaine from a paper
Zipper in the evening song

Black is the quarter I got
Of infinite acquaintance with
Guitar hunch hundred as paint

333

FREE LIVING

A girdle for martyrs to sand
Below the doorjamb botles
Drinking to the otters' daughters
The snails in whalebone and
Plush renovation shots of snobs
Lighting the barn like an oven
For cleanly outlaws in blackface
Adagio the nipplebird smoke carver

A carmine brain with early
Deans opposing trumpet boughs
The anecdote at birth is foster
Weathers calling heck seven
Things in a typescript
Trade a mountain for the coney
The stupid gold is spies'
Cigarette dun annotating
An apple skate of baseball rabbit
Surely the buckle stud
Its foot back in the pinball

Beatle crowd innings
Danger had a hole in the vest
Paid for its regular guess
At the legacy showboat
I rolled along the property
With a stick along the ledge
Thieving in the sea of hats
My t-shirt for the orphanage

332

CAR AND DRIVER

I wanted to know about the mechanism
The white arc in the blue sky sold

In the jut of the lounge this sidewalk
Tigers its logo of night art

Condemned little kitchen an ash
Sticking above its corner the light

Off a woman in silk suitpants
Blue under the fingers of the mosque

331

NUMINOUS PAVANES

Unnerves of a well-made aim
As theater I was sitting for
Not the universe you to a penny
In ermine suggesting the cousins
Are facing linotypes garland
The lap clock hides behind ruffles
At the open window. Which will
Compose the line first?

The line my partner.

330

POEMA

Madder geranium broken under purple chairs
The angel black and white the end
Of the pen you learn contemporaries
Singing between hearing and please
Tomorrow let's compare shoulders white

I went away to see the band play
Through the midwest an actor prepares
Paradise lost liber amoris Clarissa
The singer ironic and better coins on
The floor of the car magnets airplanes
Pull down apology poems to fire
Town glass or are you charging by
The discrepancy morning letters in

It won't rain willing at 8:20 but
We had to start at the bottom of a
Curve at the bottom of a hill in traffic
From a stop up to speed in a powerless
Car well I jumped in we did it

Suspect what worked when I didn't
Have this idea won't work now this
Idea of worn-out and rama all
Gory in the plaza
Painted in a photograph

The talking cure is a 28th St
When the service begins the living
Tree place starts its fifty music
Crossing the iron

Wednesday, March 19, 2003

329

THE APRICOT

The red and white folded with grey
Shadows of the American flag
Reflected and beating in the concavity
Of the silver orange bowl three seeds
Ridged with spikes of here red here
Orange dried fruit the spikes like
The edge the edge like the shell
Of a crab the damp gray day
Abandons between bay and ocean

328

REPINER

Day's to dream, real
Things like girls, words,
Signs in the sky and dirt

There's never any figuring
Out just revelation, fitting.

That's how it seemed to wake up
Now, cool blue morning --
Hands on your hips

Here comes here
With tin breasts a slut
As bad as a baby

Alive and locked

327

DEMONSTRUCTIVE

Do I want all of the above
Cry the sleepless stones
The garbage bags don't know

As if love could rescue
Thunder bedding knees

Lights out ... repatriation ...
I'll read you to sleep
As the cities go past

Spoonfullasugarmaker

Black and white tour of third story
Electrodes indicate psychology

The trees are the trees
The rain is the trees

326

TRUE AS RUST

Butter or bananas

Conversations about Simon

Paintings drawings etchings

Copper thorns

Hate light miracle

Decibels ipso silk

Tassels to the ivy

Commandos in the wind

Blue foam briefs the dark

Else's way to draw

Advertisements for marbles

Divisible as proof

Scoundrel droplets

Coal miners' daughters

You're my daughter too

We can still take the class

For a riot of fezzes

And run through the storage

325

HEY MAN

Truly yours

Shining spoon

Run uphill

Tomorrow night

Live crickets

Shadow westerns

Holy code

Glamor journals

Sweet water

Dog language

Toast points

Not now

Thinking models

Get them

Southern crescent

Ready or not

Decimal bright melody

Always take advice

Earlier that evening

Tests come back

Beaded bubbles winking

I know you

On your marks

Wait up

Is that you?

Bridge out

Carrying the bass upstairs

Empty ballroom

Forget the songs

Year Borneo

Drop cloth books

Correct as usual

324

DESERT ANSWER

Snowball you
Organize

A minor

Determined everywhere
Garlands

Disasters

Geometer fishbowl
Double-decker

Daughter the scenes
With leaflets
The season exercises
Its stars extinguish

All doctor as comment
To star

This object of hope
In desert answer

Monday, March 17, 2003

323

THE BLADE AND THE KNOT

You dinosaurs who double it
The spots on the desk are old
In clothes too old they ran you
To the lead they ran you to
The window with a broom but
There was nothing to sweep on
The whiteboard and the trunk
Was locked up bound for Mars

Utility asks this rabid wolf trying
Tungsten dreams all belled to dawn
The batteries a mist done blank glamor
Nothing shows that diaphragm for
The eagle it resolves to bless as one

Stout and wavering the mirror
True as a leaf cooking sugar
In a circle, sandpaper moleskin
It's great to be a Cadillac
King of the Dust as the calculators
Clear their throats orange flags
High in love

Work buckets daring camera office
Burn me down ticket holders
One hundred sheets of sky paper!
All the regular letterhead
In the city of cucumbers

A fact is a fact in poetry land
Such as the kingdom of maples
And the weed days ready
For the stable of wild defies

322

STEAM

Diving conestogas blue lamb colophon
Surmise dreidl rush floozy argot
Commando poo-pooing lake sandals
Steam urging Ljubljana bullshit gun
Still close backrub fraud hoodle
Kefir republic jonesing tint me

Bite what overstock transom sob
Regency devils carbonate breastplate
Carborundum firkins lavender treatment
Prisms noxious zither granny lording
Colossal igitur reams virtue clock
Zygote murk pleasant baseball steam

321

OLOF PALME

Sleep packets of school

To authorize
Does not mean to write inauthentically

Anesthetic
Is not not esthetic

Nationalism washes over
Better not to get on top of it
Caught and rolled in it

How to act as if there is a subject
And keep as loose as not

I sit down in my coats and ruin the linings

I dream you're the staple in the review
And jealousy misses itself like the moon



320

PRIVATE BOOKS

The sidewalks broken milk smoking carry
Wild with privilege bright as use
Carry chrysanthemums downstream
Sunken plazas vanishing up the chimney

Irately humming lozenge cross-hatch
Honesty carkey money badguy dream
Drinking for weeks among rotting pumpkins
Chasm at the road's end, take me drifting

She'd lean forward and look aside,
And barely at all, she'd sing.


Thursday, March 13, 2003

319

EXPERIENCE

Total stars of white arm
In a neighborhood vigilantes
Stroll through stopping sometimes
To poke clothes in heaps
"Love often bends to this,"
A shirt on the end of a cane held
High, bloodied with steam, the
Sweet side street turning suddenly
To an avenue that ends in water.

Wednesday, March 12, 2003

318

TEA GLASS HYENA

Rugs: saw-toothed,
In dog waves, clear late light
On walls in accidental union bitters

Teasing money doesn't
Teasing maybe sobers
Carry the tree the tree like a baby
Lassoes coldly seeming wine
Sing birds in paper dresses
Locking poor porry ruthless
Sundials classify forest rain

Pack of playing cards
On the pavement,
The van is parked at the end of the land.

The sky is made of flashes.

If you through erudition
Can make it summer
Let's stand outside and swill
Red Stripe by the door
Out of range of the nasty TV
Until the movie people show

My fever is under 100
So I wasn't hysterical when
I stood up from the bed
Murmuring so the paperwhites
Could hear and bend your name

Purple multiples soldered blue
And the artist happily astride
Blame the academics!
As if fat functionaries
Were blither herbivores

Toes barking through socks
Be polite. Every seven years
To ask for socks the astrologer
Says is the sign of cycles

Violence bright substitute
For accuracy, make feeling
Mudwort and cannonball
Xanthan gum spreading
For the stars and Zeus
Despicably as a water snake
Coasting up the golf course
At an amazing rate!

Sweet kiss offered so little now
I'm stuck thinking of gods and prose,
Of lifting the thighs of some glittery
Girl closer to the sun.

317

MARCH FORTH

Chamomile is a weed. Sorrel too.
The world's worst drivers
Go around and around on a road
That was once a path
That happened to get them.
Excitement comes and gets us
In its rockstar car, takes us
To a high place. What do you see?
Show me something beautiful
Is my housecoat, tell me
Something good, play the ace.
Race you to take the calendar
As an imperative, and when we tie
I'll only need to buy one more.

Tuesday, March 11, 2003

316

EVOKES THE SITS OVER

Two aspects to diminutives:
They exist, people make them
To find and to compare
(But not in Burns' use)
A sleep which is always awake
And everyone who uses it, changes it
Who has never had
And not been conscious of
All typists are terrible
Even without arriving
To the lightning he'll be
And dying quickly
Certainly and probably
Is another thing
Apostrophe are all control
Reader it enables the reader
My little text
Almost music
Dramatic persona
Sounding omniscient and omnipotent
Original that's another
Disharmonious whatever
To break down take all
Which amounts to telling emotional

Monday, March 10, 2003

315

SAME-DAY LINNET

Tell me again what I get
If I give myself a goal?
The invisible of winter
In its as it were
Will now approach the bench

What do you want from me
And why should I decide
To exist, give me your two good reasons

Is the lesson planned?

Or do I have to find some way
To make you dependent

Listen to the birdie
While I take your audiotape

212 I CAN FLY gets you lobster

Coerced folks
Give off a dull meaning

Third Wave Laundry Center Inc.
Rent-a-Center

I'm tired of the game
Of seeing what I'll say

Accident and adjacency
I want a piece of the inaction

Trying on the real for size
I have an experiment it gives me a filling
And somehow this filling
Transmits over to you
What they didn't know
Like a knock-knock love song

Every few blocks the bus's cymbals crash
Then a sneeze

Falling asleep
In the interest of the fire
Pragmatic anyway
Dips into the tin of spiel

Tabernacle's Self-Storage
Hand Car Wash

Sing out! go up the on ramp
I was ashamed and hid

Selling the silk I was spinning to sleep

Sailing on upwards

Hanging on to sleep
Surrounded by the praying
Rigidity, something I admire
In a window
But here we are, dropped like a jaw

To go farther away
Into the squirrelland

And there feel
Gotten as a brook
In Brooklyn, the orc
In New York

This ambitious
Broken praise
Incapable of
Comparison

314

ACTUAL REALITY

The reservoir
Fills up with lonely
Creationists.

The women of the valley
Rub their faces over it.

Quit crediting me
With the laughter-in-public.

I call them, therefore I see them.

Cretin!
Not a good name for a child.
Good... bad...

Time goes through me
But I feel okay

Can a poem visit an
Old neighborhood

The top of the hat soaking
From underneath

The pale blue year

Compulsive consultation
Then just watch for a while,
For God's sake don't mention dreaming --
Why? will God cease
Delivery of the Times if I do?

All over everyone
Has good feelings for the phone

I propose a much simpler field
For consideration of
The sky saw:
Make 'em feel one thing
After another.

Mr. Wireless
You have nothing to do
With the rosin on the bow

Sleepy thinking
On loan from a billionaire beekeeper

Falling, falling, falling,

Asleep
Under a sophisticated-looking
Question mark.

313

THE BIND-MUDDY

My implacable geodesic head
Memorized a pilgrimage compared
Tested and a shine is taking
Its making-of-the-valley
Out across the slope. I'm confused
By the fire with a cup of cashew juice,
And you are learning where the repeats go,
And you are welding five-minute segments,
And you are believing like a blonde across Belgrade.
It isn't morning and it isn't fair
And the phone, another dream of better living
Giving off a green light.

Thursday, March 06, 2003

312

GHEE

The alluvial fan
Of sand salt and slush
From the Dyckman Car Wash
Down to the street
Treats me like a crocodile
As I get into the car
Parked on the street

It's somewhere between
Seven and eight
I believe there is an it
Taking up space
Thanks, Einstein!
Thank you early girl
Practicing piano on the subway
On your jeans

How to learn by doing

First, get expenses below income
Next, set up passive income streams
Then, invest in what makes more
And that's where he lost me
Or I lost my press pass

All the self-help
In dehydrated form

Something like a public service

A strong wish to burn through fog
Is just another strong wish

Clarified experience
Is fine if you're yak butter

The park workers in their green vests
Move across the playground

311

HOW TO GET STARTED, HOW TO KEEP GOING, HOW TO STOP

Without intention and chance
Making a mark of you
Or a marquee

There is an experience
And this is one too

You look like you've been through
A war in that coat -- in fact I have

Getting as much from outside
As you can without becoming
A dogmatist of "real life"

Belief maps out sideways
Just like art

Cold air, the morning, impending
Beginning

The sense of an ending

A picture of the shape
And a feeling of the form
Stare into the diction
Until it cracks and sighs

Royal blue I've been missing you

Testimony:
Every break-up and happy marriage
There in the first hello
Do I believe that

What does belief do

309

I'm doing the way hi
What it's name
I'm going to do the way high up
I get on daddy's shoulders
Windowsill
What's that
Something broke
What's that what's that
Rivet. Ribbit! Ribbit!
I'm being in my frog cage
I'm in my frog cage
Yeah
It's Uncle Jed's birthday
Happy Birthday to you
What do you do
What do do
Cup! cup! no cup!
Wait, my headphones
Have some raspberries
I want Pogo, not his one
I'm falling
Daddy, hi!
I want to keep tenting
I want to keep tenting
Put James in a poem book
A proof of the world pumpkin
Biting the beach
Look at the fog
The frog coming through the soap
Onto the birth pillow
Under the watermelon
Under the grassy sand
Under the raspberry sand
Free doctor hi doctor
Five doctor five doctor
I'm burping
Aren't you cold?
No I'm hiccuping

308

WHAT GOES, WHAT STAYS

The coat shoots holes and doesn't stick around
To draw targets, I have a deadline that wants
To be a credential, the secret society will want me
If I rustle up some semaphore, the night is young
So let's teach it many languages, the day is done
So hand me the fork and carving knife,
Do you remember horizontal hold?
Do you experience work as a kind of release?
Do a good job with that science fiction
And you can have comic books, action pictures,
And the occasional gritty drama. Take good care
Of me and I'll defend you when the tambourines
Take their achievement out into the sleet.
Stay over after supper, we can plod through
All the mercies till we find a mutual gift.
Come as close as you can, tell me what you really think.

Monday, March 03, 2003

307

TEACHER'S GUIDE TO POLICE BRUTALITY, for Tony Medina

The comma we administer
Is as weak as all critique.
The papers once so sinister
Occupied with Fashion Week
Instead of publicizing the defense
Report in little items
That "anyone with common sense
Would have to be frightened."

306

TYPHOO AND ROSTI

The packages on the table
Bow to the paper bag
Who stands praying to the ceiling

The love that banters in us
Takes its patience from the apes
Who look along each others' coats
And get along as time escapes

305

The time is flat on its back
Not for lovemaking, Skeezix
But to travel through itself by sleeping

Mentally the time is in Sweden
And you are the light coming in the
Length of the door as the criminal
Hunts through the belongings
For the length of rope

Such events do not turn us to birds

304

HIP DROUGHT

I really enjoy a fine life
Every now and then
Time is held by an 18th cent.
Theorist to be composed
Of isolable timecules
These turn out to be sand-grains
Meanwhile bathing
Makes a nice part of the routine

Bathing parts the routine
And the escaping people rush through

303

CHECK-IN

Some minor senor mayor summer
Nets a bagel in his lager
Eagles read Bagehot reads the Sports page

Nip and tuck
White Christmas
Arteriosclerosis
Perma-Press

When I got there
The aliens had wiped it clean
Dishevel they

Beg to differ
With our theories
Of the materiality of language
The instrumental
Lasts thirty-eight minutes
And the Dead do not
Tour again

302

WHEN THE MONEY GETS HERE

The clauses inside get
Going about how it will
Get to be

Purchases are planned
And the want lists
Rise over the horizon
Blasting the towns

301

MINI

When ideas touch the side
Of the body
Of the swimming pool
They are exercising
Their rights
To abandon definition map and recipe
To an attorney
And to follow
From other ideas
Even so the pool is often caught
Lapping at its sides
When nothing at all has jumped in

300

MY CRIMES AND PUNISHMENTS

Inasmuch as the lyric poem
Does not tend to demonstrate
An awareness of guilt
(Or its lucky opposite-embattled
Happy laughter) it is

A tool with which one of
The serious dreams arc-welds
Minus the touch-football
At the company school

Now not only are we alive
We are also awake thanks
To the birds who while not
Showing up on radar ne'ertheless
Are shouting "Pardon me

Do you have an adaptor?
I need a shave"
And it's true they look criminal
The trees resemble old men
Or rather bachelors between 34 and 57

Men who occupy these apartments
Which are beautiful as
The lyric poems of the 30s
These men are as horrible
As helicopters in the morning

For instance the smell of smoke
Or heating oil rising from
The freight elevator

For instance the beloved says
"Do not send me to summer camp"

For instance oil of bergamot

Guilt in America is for someone
Eager for attention
In a past television
Was the early light
But now we are neither certain
As a thermos will crack in the sink
Nor do I drink as faithfully
As a Russian

If there is no essence

Then are these nationality jokes
Returnable for refund?
Have they recalled even the prejudice
That a little dab will do ya?

In places
The average
Evinces
A district council
Sort of mind

In places the average evinces a district council sort-of mind

The fall of Sort-Of

This stranger finesse

Quiddity and essence [eidos]

Qualities are not oils
Hot oils

A story about definition
Would have to begin
With massage oil being
warmed in the hands
Of a serious dark-haired
--needle scratches record--