As/Is







2.28.2005


blogsplitting

can your blog come out and play?





heard in conversation with BC

everything
why is
also why not








2.26.2005



if
I could
play the ukelele

there
would be
enough poetry and

everything
else would
spin down shut

off
wouldn't living
be more comfortable

with
a little
ukelele?






I wish no one had ever said anything about these
things I say now I'm struggling
to remember James' grandmother
with the eyes like bloody
raw meat perched in the
hospital bed cutlerying her
tray meal with shaking fall
apart hands and all I

can think is "make it
brilliant" in one ear the
old woman in the big empty carcass
of a hospital in the other
the things people will say about
my dismembering of her and
straight ahead

bitter, futile anger for being
dragged along with his life, not mine,
because I'd stepped away
from dying folks and family
and he was so good, so so good,
next to my chasisted
impetuous little girl and I

swell up & up & up & up
with despair, with something, I
inflate and I float away
from him
by his nanna's bedside,
the aura of them blinding.





one hell of a goalie

You are one hell of a goalie, scouted
by the NHL and you are on your way until
the right knee, that damned joining of cartilage and bone
breaks beyond repair
and now, 15 yrs later, you have new challenges
mostly surrounding cheese. You love cheese
and eat half a pound a sitting. You are not choosy,
cheap orange cheese, no-name cheddar is fine. Good enough.
You get a kidney stone, a little sharp chunk
of calcium and passing it hurts
more than ten right knees and the doctors say
no more milk products but fuck them
what do doctors know about cheese?








2.24.2005


ring'demBells


what it was made "what was


not" sees the land surfeit


"blood stars then long, long


type land" love and the blood


and stars (head'd cardboardpillow)


"oh that street without


a bucket oranges" oh


that it sings


another time


"starlight bloody" bitter taste


little proved (ing) meat


roast made what jingling in


a pocket "but tingling in" did


not run aground









2.23.2005


singing "somewhere (pause) over the rainbow..."





















2.22.2005


Please

Okay.
Can we
stop moving now?

Feeling  
a little
verse for veer.





A Moving Melodrama

Rod,
it is

curtains
for you






sundry undertaken lost finding brilliance
within fingers across lines touch as redemption
wood ledge that equals undernotions of here
comfortable on tables curled up with life
circling dizziness told repeated and recaptured
as significant tone ringing with arms in walls
as pictures flash red on mantles lamps gathered
a body as a line in motion






Snapshot Satori

a poem

encountered

absorbed

like a
photograph

just
now





Necessary Things

might the notion continue
if given a country
if some degree possessed rule
to carry this point as complete
to those who decided its need






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m    
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2.21.2005


'mysemiauto






on the little bastards who stole my mobile phone

three kids wired up under
their tracksuits I've seen
plenty of tracksuits like
that before and I sniff
and sneer 'it's an approximation
of the type of toughguy
you're like to be' then
they'd prove me stupid
by opening my pretty
soft skin with penknives
or whatever then they'd
be the brutal grunting
beasts while I'd be the
best kind of woman -
wronged and dead. They

never did anything like
that but they did
shout through my car
window "hey, dykes
suck my dick then when I
got out the smallest
one asked me for a
smoke but I didn't give
him one.








2.19.2005



Within

an interval

but without pause.








2.18.2005


General Grant's Presidential Legacy

many felt the answer was friends,
as it turned out, the ones who guessed
scandal, were the ones
who were right all along








2.17.2005



winter
still too
new for heritage

+

things
inflect themselves
one overhears them

+

schwa
invokes depth
but with boundaries

+

crossword
ingredients caught
in annexed cages

+

redeye
travels toward
the same destination

+

camisole
seems rigged
shielding pure nakedness

+

chisel
an alphabet
from perfect stone








2.16.2005



she
prefers no
one to anyone






Adore.
Je t'adore.
Matter mined over.

Entry
is / never
through a door.





angle'd over









2.15.2005


hospital/prison staff









2.14.2005


angle

if by saying it, once more
gave more to what we knew,
then to see it again, is to have it
once more than we knew






not and one
and not an object
and not one
dependent on one
and not an object
not then
not now
or then and what
or when and what
happening when one
and not one
being the same
and different
and being the same
and not an object
being divided
and not
and not an object
separated and or not
parted and or not
happening
in a condition
and or a color
happening in
hope and or desire
happening in
wants and or needs
and not an object
fluctuating the souls walls
weakening the changeless
one in a million and one
and not
divided confusion
a bargains deal
is the object real
and not
and the one
is the object
being the one
not an object
being being
not an object








2.10.2005



of hay and twenty devotional items
of the devotional times twenty
of the field
and hay
and activity
of a process of understanding
body and super soul
of the body
that is the field
is the hay
is the fluid soul
activity
of the body
understanding devotional
entity and ceaseless
of the body
and the field
sometimes as human
sometimes
beast
sometimes birds
or worms
or a
saintly unseen
of the hay
that is matter
in another body
that sounds like
bursting in midair
of the fearless flatlander
unrecognizable
knocking at the door
lounging
in the field
ceaseless and devotional
how could love
how could the moon
from beginning to end
touching a field of fearlessness
of the body given to fulfill the past
of the moon and the bug
of the extra limbs
and a million never endings
driven mad by conflict
beyond physical consciousness
something like
of the beginning
and the beginning of a
preponderance of matter
of the first first
and the last last
was an obvious
invitation to the field
of the bird
and the jet
over head
of the body
inside the body
inside the body
one hundred powers purified
times three
of the unconsciousness
ringing
the dust of the light and thunder
of the light of truth
breathing in the divine
in the darkness
in the presences of inertia
guilty of spirit
in the pressure
at the end of pleasure
exciting
the entry of sin
to a body
trying to get beyond
the naked horizon
gliding by
the glamor of glory
bound by longing
because mater is bound in the darkness
to the object by the quality of pressure
at our backs
ending in time








2.09.2005


langue julienne

crossword puzzle's pro-
pp(pianissimo)ed against her legs
she's taking language down be
low the syll
ables accounting
for the
ir me
sh and th
us the
ir mean
ing

I say my things in long strings not that small s
hard kind of block bit all same-sized
I would prefer to talk them into their definitive
repletion and would rather hear them plate glass their way into mintnew
private space

then and only would the germ be true to keepsake due and s
pores would wake
the watering im
pulse

I'm just this far from thinking something
when she asks the c
hip off t
he olde (ye)
langue bray to
form endeavorish kind of
sacrifice

subconscious science
lingers limber where I work walk wince
and waystate how and why
the wheels are normed
to what existed long a
go to which I yet remain
immune





rock n roll


drugs an issue
the habit important
heroin cocaine speed
clean relapse clean relapse
into rehab
drugs
for many years
was their music






The Balloon

(with help from Donald Barthelme)

Out to agree with morning,
sullied by its parts, interpersonal
this morning by children, more
then adds to the exact, local
and single beauty, children.
I love. One points out my this
and asks, "Do you own
your inadequacies?" I believe
I do. Who else then to rely,
to ask while pointing to the moon?





shot repeat'dly, again









2.08.2005


change't?









2.06.2005


why I don't know unison from punctuation

switch to
om
buds
mantra
la

two
hundred
unspooled
mo(n)ths
sweet
sour
pending
edits

permanent
half
water
gone to
laminate
times
many
underneath

now here
later there
melod
ram
a
thread
of close
up distant
from
dislike








2.05.2005



LaNcEd

weird.energy.falls.stops,
and.then.gathers.firefiles,

candy.bits.of.glass.and,

fourteen-hundred.mild.pimento,

cheeses.though.we.were,

only.concerned.that.light,

would.collapse.with.no.greased,

books.following.headless,

wives.to.early.graves.as,

though.violence.itself.was,

not.enough/








2.03.2005


address't









2.02.2005


f.UNCTON

spittoon cart[EL HEFE]
carte blanche bod chem
A to Z career crush creche
the self-
app-
1 in zillionotics
crumbles
marbles

level of fat-
igue cleft pa[l]-
atte patois
stinkgermed
ratio carnuba
wax must-

helps to poise un-
learning c/raft
toward choice m'lad
thereupon
infecting the br/ass
furnetrics





and he walked on down the hall









2.01.2005


my prison camp riot