Archive for April, 2008
i’m not interested in your being again. no one is of use. why know this feeling. is it the fiber i’ve been gnawing. lessens the force of the pull. weak little rubber bands keeping the fingers attached. i want to feel the madness of certainty. or at least an effort [...]
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bark bark bark bark bark bark
Because the swelling grew to the size of gratitude
The lazy amongst us hurried up their meal to the front of the pallet
Shamelessly held open, the tongue swimming the opaled mouth
Trust the bitter acid of your sewn pouch unstitched,
The filling however unsweetened cures the ears, soothing inhale…
Milk and bricks.
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your swollen bridge comes over to my side when i want to fill up on protein. are we here again. the ache in my knee is a chirping bird. and i want the flight. come from a pile of wax up to the surface. grow longer and reach higher and there, [...]
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i’m going to italy
and i’m going to do lots of this:
and some of this too:
i think i’m running away from something. i’m in the middle of it now. i hope there is quiet and i hope my shoulder wont burn, my knee wont ache, and my sternum wont crack. running away from the breath of familiarity [...]
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today the worm saw me and i saw a worm body in boredom. so i shout “i see a worm body in boredom” and lost a little piece of my tooth. too bad the hot weather stayed only one inch off the ground, if it was higher i could have smelled the thick [...]
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botany
i’ve been pouring up. less saturated are the hot feet. listening to peculiar vowel sounds. the teeth chirp along the wire, pluck the roots off. i often love words that begin with p-o-l. nothing like potluck. compounds are less interesting than linguistic subtleties. i have a hard time dealing with [...]
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light green runs towards me. his toe dark green. all day playful. watched a whole stream of lovely faces going by on top of the river. his woods are cryptic and i smell it everywhere i go. listen dear, you took way too much from the little bit that was given to [...]
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