and so then learn my repetitions ( Read more... )

Every paper moment.  Every lost at a loss.

A terrible many poets, being terribly sincere.

It is important to return, to fold the paper over just so
the corners touch.  Even if you must take your hand
and say "no, you really were wrong about that." And
instead of a reply, please bear
the ensuing noisy
silence, like swimming
through a large, salty, oncoming wave.

It is my birthday and I am properly curlicued:
no, you shouldn't have, oh, no.  ( Read more... )

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I'm working on it says the robot self to the self.
The self is untrusting, but will not speak up--the robot self has many lights flashing,
and looks as if it does something
very important.

My goodness, every pulpy human convention
cannot be a big enough tool box.

2
What if we are already dead?
Acting, shadow puppets to some more real world?  I know ( Read more... )

Like river water.  He talks and I listen.  All and only golden thoughts.  At least today.

We need to take our time, we need
our purple hearts
every single day; we need to pull
the pots
and the goddamn pans
from the cupboards
and wreck the peaceful air
with reckless and caroused sound,
the kind that talks as the silverwear
rains sideways, as I release you,
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How fell down, like that tree, fell and down ( Read more... )

There is a boulder that sits by the creek in the center of Ravenna Park ( Read more... )

Obliterate your self every day.
Take it into arms, Bogart-style,
Kiss it, bend its body backwards
Until it snaps, tell it sweet things,
Let it fall like heavy clay shingles
From a steep roof.  There will be
nothing left of you.  Only a thorough
rain, which you would have liked.

Out here we dance like leopards, that is ( Read more... )