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Sunday, June 28, 2009
morning birds before the sun
the stillest hours only your songs
and the last cabs passing
ugly orange lamps give it a rest
allow us a minute of night
dark and those songs in the cool air through the shades
(such moments matter just as much as every noisy ugly business hour
it takes noticing to know this)
6:24 PM
Sunday, June 14, 2009
woah woah woah woah woah
don't get ahead of yourself
familiarity just means you haven't
let go
5:17 PM
Thursday, May 14, 2009
how is this luck
some retributive buck
back inof the sway and crests
of the air we swim along thru
so what i
hate so heavily how
we all submit
the acquiescence in the traincar
lurch steady sway and crest
mornings like instant coffee
wake up wake up wake up
leaves come out when it is warm when they know they should
and we pay the rent
with paper no less
ha
gutsy wishes where do you go when we ignore you
gusty shove for how you weren't and might've been
you don't need to sell, give and take
it's the having that is the matter
10:36 AM
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
these pills, i haven't cried at all
none for me please
none for me i said
why isnt there any
for me?
the traffic at night
acknowledging one another
with a bot more humanity than
otherwise
the church on the corner so
well lit!
the entire street so bright
everybody asleep with the lights on
few fine dreams in the lot
a jet moans by
who said it matters?
who told you it doesn't?
4:10 PM
Friday, April 06, 2007
dizzy with hope and melancholy
i want to sleep at the bottom of lake michigan
the deepest part
violently dug by the weight of glaciers
when my ancestors were cowering in the cold
i am so foolish
flesh is so dumb
wordless and mindless
we can't be who we are at all
why are we at all
11:57 AM
Wednesday, April 04, 2007
can't be fucked
coasting through
the busy water dark and clear
but still
correcting for unnavigable winds,
sparring at ghosts ripping at where the sails were
but it stopped
mattering
but it took so much
time
it has it's way
no stars
and the few birds as if clipped
but
4:28 PM
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
it's late
the days are a rush
even empty as they are
you remember all the streets you've lived along
the front window view
and of the workplaces as well
amounting to?
an informed more
other ones
different shoes
new words by shifting teeth
predilections that shape the route
round memories settling and arranging
it's early
the days beg to be bent
and filled and foisted and fucked away
you forget so many of the epiphanies you weave
upholstering some sense about
this soaked pasture
you can mound up
sell off
sow
sit in in the winds
picking out stones and shells and
waiting as the sun arcs by and again
any is every is none is this one
like how fundamentally jazz is merely the place between breaths
7:25 PM
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