Sunday, April 27, 2008

suppose thumbs weren't yesterday:

sure, I'm with you, but without
child cold water under bed dreams color green lent
back bone hollows greeting known books

by written fact the dog is born, corduroy overalls sixth-grade speech-act
on video she teaches sandwich-making hammers shelves bookstore
getting-together because of thought pauses cats look for sleep

any animal eats dinner when soup potatoes eyes, science-fair project gone awry
section hair off into equal plaits for cutting, teenage girls don't need it
maybe shrugging wants to leave, Indiana summer Gap sale

carry weight pot money spends weekends sleeping happily
advice chips risking sleeping in public, eating in public, commas
in public walk by the shininess, give up on the stopping

sure words stutter in school because reason understands something else
stocked turtles without teeth with three legs on the road w/o a license
worthless production with output for sharing successes with the seeing

in the light pain holding bags feel of homes
waiting for presents unwanted sweaters shrinking in weather
mirror growl at location yard measure of weather

to do one in may take months of reading newspapers
horrible time getting lost in pockets

The specialness of pinching

at the headache that is giving comes.
A stage at burning with my memories this reading remains
a manner of evidence of--you have to give up the honey--a single
naptime which was sleeping goes
to fetch a cheap banana.
Her openness to fitting in the outfit that is shrinking gives
out, she grows and people know it, some say something
everyone sometimes doesn't get a raise out of her,
His stickiness to sticking around the house where leaving suffocates
is still alright.
One dizziness for drinking up the whisky which was leaking throws
up and makes headlines out of ledes
which need too many verbs and don't tell anybody much at all,
they hide the exclamation marks but I see them.
Your cake for dinner on the table that was leaning became
stale because of the fork's inertia or yours
which kept the wall pale and vibrating from the homehavingness
that gets sheets like expensive bandaids
that only fall off in the bathwater.
Ten fingers from typing on the keyboard that is crumb-filled cramp.
Their floor of vinyl under couches where the dust stays buckles
but doesn't give out, even if no one remembers the mopping.
The trees of the month in the sidewalk marked by paper grow
My headache of the species on the cement that also grows grows too
Your listening to the water from the roof that is falling stops
The sentence on the brainpad for the thinking that is needed stops
The seemingness of stopping at the stopsign which was wrong stops
The pleasure of closing up the open that is breezy comes.

Saturday, April 26, 2008

Friday, April 18, 2008

Sunday, April 13, 2008