 10.31.2003 |
Ripe figs rained on in gray rainlight and no birds sing
Flat flump of one wave in flummoxed shore slop—spooky
| 10.30.2003 |
We live in the world without becoming wise; we love to dream
Sad sand in the fog "and no birds sing"
| 10.29.2003 |
100 years of electric light halts 3000 years of cultivating narrative
I tried to explain, she answered I love your clumsy tongue
| 10.28.2003 |
Winter nearly here, bougainvillea still bright
I came to a gate in my thought
| 10.26.2003 |
The soul streams out of the flowing river
After she died he protected, and revealed, her
10.25.2003
Light is straight and in time a seductive shape-shifter
The oceans go, and don't care how they are seen
10.24.2003
The forest is circular, the rings are there
The world cannot disarticulate itself from the point of language
10.23.2003
Kayak sits in the sweet spot and water takes shape
They kiss and tongues sample the menu
10.22.2003
Metallic Mars bronze through branches
In the oldest war stories bloodshed "waters" earth
10.21.2003
Throughout history dreaming has not changed, what it augurs has
I expected abstraction to be explained, not experienced
10.20.2003
Tongues of light slowly eat the forest
“The woods are lovely, dark and deep”
10.19.2003
Between this blue beyond and that, the next thought's easy
In the prison of abstraction, sand of joy
| 10.18.2003 |
He was in the boardroom breaking bottlenecks
Mauve hills, green glass, yucca flats beyond Mojave
| 10.17.2003 |
The way to beat them is to win their hearts
Go with the flow in the rough and tumble
| 10.16.2003 |
Knowledge of the rules does not explain roses
The poem of rage contains jouissance and logos
| 10.15.2003 |
One by one he lifted words from the keyboard
Warm days never cease for revelers on the urn
| 10.14.2003 |
He felt prepared until he arrived at the door
The inquisitor excelled at acting friendly
| 10.13.2003 |
I am most articulate when no one's around
The idea filled his mind, the problem was turning it into words
| 10.12.2003 |
A key's a metal riddle, the lock is language
The cowboy empire drives the herd to market
10.11.2003
A mirror of opens contains every survival
Eradicate all realism you fondle
| 10.10.2003 |
Museums hold the locaters
Excitements of youth shape evolution
| 10.09.2003 |
Silence gathers, ocean cheats and steals
Misinformation accounts for the bulk of choices
| 10.08.2003 |
Claiming he despised Hitler, he was summarily elected
Colonial subjects are thought picturesque and irrational
