05 October 2008
The next station is the battlefield of Troy
It is the birthplace of Mao
It is the field where Armageddon was.
Imagine! There was something before this.
And this. I am in a forest academy. The groves
were God's first temples etc. "The vivid stamp
of personal mystical experience."
When you leave your bearable job and intelligent, creative, attractive lover, remember that there really isn't anything better than this. This is all that there is, always.
It's important to not believe in a lamp burning for you or anyone in a window somewhere.
I know that no one will call me home.
I introduced myself to the woman next to me. "Hello," I said enthusiastically. "I am likely to never see you again."
The wealthy community by the sea is far enough off the highway to be difficult to get to but still defined by the highway.
I ask if they have any mastic. Mastic, she says, is an Arabic thing. I say yes, I know, I want to use it in pudding, and you have a sign that says "Yes! We have MASTIC!"
Mention the rain. Your carnations are probably from around here. A cousin of your friend was shot in the head by her boyfriend. That reminds me of someone I knew from Maine.
She wants her daughter to look good, too.
Sometimes I think I can hear the waves from here, Mark says. I can hear them, I say, and we both write some version of the dialogue in our note books.
your sister or your brother, and I
blend in well with others, except that
you noticed I was slightly weird
and have oddly unfocused, dreamy
You had no choice, you thought about
how you used to never get sick and how
you used to communicate with everything.
You miss the lake you used to roll up
and unroll, depending on your needs.
in stealing women.
Also, he's tall and lives in a cave.
Men lock up their wives in windowless
rooms, but he abducts them anyway.
Or, men take their wives to him hoping
he'll steal them. Some women might
have gone to him on their own.
The cool kids watched The Crow,
excited about rape, revenge, and death.
"We are going to rape you now," my
friends said. Then they picked me up
and carried me from the kitchen to
the living room, where we ate popcorn.
11 August 2008
I say, "I’m having trouble feeling grateful for my injured hamstring and I have great sex everyday with someone I love." I don’t really like to write about sex. I’m worried about the bees but I can’t plant a garden, but I talk about bees with everyone who has a garden. I see plenty of hummingbirds. I don’t like to write about sex, but I like to have sex. You all know, more or less, everything there is to know about my sex life. Maybe you would like to know more, I don’t know. Probably some of you would. The parrot who lives with me, Lester, enjoys eating chicken. Many of the chickens I’ve known enjoy eating chicken. I know well enough to know, I think, when he’s enjoying himself. However, I’ve never really known a chicken well, so I can’t really say completely whether or not the chickens I saw eating chicken enjoyed it. Lester also enjoys eating rice, quinoa, and most kinds of fish. I think I know what consciousness is, but consciousness is varied, doubtless. Just because we can’t experience something doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist. I don’t know how Lester experiences his feelings, but he has them. Two words I haven’t used in a poem are jejune and ballast. I’m thinking about the footage of all those dolphins being slaughtered on the beach in
08 August 2008
05 July 2008
I wrote a poem, which was quite long, about this house and it's dangers—I called it: Hamstring Figure Well Rats
I remember the DVDs that comrade Caren lent me caused acute discomfort until the endorphins kick a pension plan and corporations like the culinary union. I'd like to know how to tend projects, how to start every week with a gentleman seized knife and cut conversion process to limp rubberband. I got up from the table and bailed—it was like the best day ever and I think we were more xcited about running away than creating images and collected sensations.
I hate exercise. I don't have enough money. I love.
The rest of the issues are too large, I think.
My favorite bible of bibulous behavior. Soundboard channels puff turbidly, entice logician ovoidal convertibility and burning misdemeanors: a good example of pain behavior and why those who don't drive in the dark meet the posts on lunges, wild geese, how laws designed to undergird workers rights now essentially hamstring them. You, only, will be read and developed and enhanced.
Lily was getting tired. I wish you would come back after you have dinner. The staff simply did not know who Lily was nor what her behavioral needs were. For me, the ruse. My tolerance grows thin for preventing such disgraces.
You could always attribute the wolves' atypical behavior to the influence of wolves
Categories: Love of husband, devotionals, political issues, Virgilian praise of the pastoral countryside. I am tired of being spoken to as if I were a traveling internet service. Believe me, Sir, never a night goes by be I ever so tired but I read the word of God. He has fought no issues or stood for any struggles he only took on the hate and fear mongering.
It would explain so much about my personality and my behavior too, my handsign translated as "person attack left rear." Friends, are you tired of the free-wheeling, undisciplined chaos of the non-poem, temporarily suspended due to moronic behavior on the part of behavioral-therapy and flow for the mindfulness program?
I'm bored with having my body stolen, so let us investigate.
30 April 2008
29 April 2008
will for employment, unlike les bouges,
she says, laughing. You need a pass to the
Socialist conference, too. Use an adverb
to make your opinions less general,
that was in my other life; but I'm
worried about you--you're wearing
sweatpants and have a girlfriend.
It's a complex situation. Are the birds
singing? There's a man at the door with
a bucket of bony farm trout.
The monk came to the door, performed
his rites, and, somewhere underground in
a ruinous wine cellar, kissed and walled me up.
28 April 2008
rainbow bored with responses
to hormones. Talk about the
feral parrots left bike and boyfriend
not teenage love among young
people sick of slang for drugs.
Floral. I say do more now and "what
are you doing here?" Explain
everything with sports, everyone's
the same age until we speak.
I come home after the murder,
bodies dissolving in acid, babies
and puppies saved from Iraq.
THIS CHANNEL WILL RETURN SOON,
but we're draining brief. Saw my
first former student at a bar
not in DC or LA or New York.
I don't want to be rude, but.
27 April 2008
always gone by the time we're
older. I believe again. Goodbye,
door! It's true, it's true, I'm
sure you think so. "Being
sarcastic is not nice," but it's
being blunt. I don't like most
rich people. My country gives
poor people money. My utopia
is a basketball court. Walking
to the mall along roads with no
sidewalks in the rain. My weekend
sucked, but I understand your
explanation. When did my language
stop sprawling? Wrack all over an
unusual beach, brain
recently removed like seaweed.
26 April 2008
those people we love
and corn fields open
use land cares for other
strawberries and flowers.
It's boys against girls and
the girls know it but the
boys don't. I'm ready to
be punched. Here's my
flag. I'd care about my
neighbours. Bring them extra
25 April 2008
24 April 2008
potentially gay. Rock singers are often
short. Hug into your center. The bank
robbers have eyes that flow, cash box
is right. Man, if I were a man I'd never
say I was jealous, but I'm wary of
any rhetoric of hope--what's wrong with
you that you're hopeful. I believe in peace,
yes, but body type doesn't only matter
in sports. That's what I mean: the men
leap high, and I want to marry one.
I want to move to the city to feel
angry, sane, and safe (no more boyfriends
from the DOD). I won't last long.
I should have bombed the test,
been a better structuralist.
23 April 2008
above-ground serenades, the in between dance
and next Sunday with flowers, heart through
March and into May. But someone has to
knock at the door sometime. Then, off to
the palace of the GrandeVisir, probably in
Afghanistan. My lover is Zero, once so happy
at the organ grinder. A vaguely erotic
dance with no men or only a man.
Kiss my bonnet. I'm dead
22 April 2008
and complex stairways at odd angles, always in
a corsage and housecoat. Flying coffins make
me swoon, and the doorbell, dreaming when
I answer, all gloved and rugged, bodies
delicious and elongated. Multiply into dead
things, a geometric swoon, a stranger and
a chronic girl-in-wall. Hello, lover, I designed
myself myself, beat beat. And in the book I
find a breaking open. "Look," he says with flair.
Dead on dead.
21 April 2008
20 April 2008
uptight"--that's a process.
Fine, bondage turns us on but I don't
want to chain myself up. That's not sexy
and self-immolation is a statement. And
this, details. I think words are a body,
obviously, and I don't have to get up
early tomorrow, but will. This conversation
makes me satisfyingly uncomfortable,
but someone else has to be here, listening,
ready to abduct us or something, ready
to skin me in high European tradition while
whispering words like litmus, liminal, abjection.
19 April 2008
Tumors, de quoi tees vows (des homes) affray? Je sues come home, tabard je lies Nietzsche, and lug vows cite au suet des aches. Claque garcon jay jamie aimed la volute lee pour auctioneer après queue nous axons cases veers le haut, axons aimed Ginsberg et Kerouac -- le non, a aimed sure la route et l' horsemint mains pas les auteur. Les plus fêtes not lug le manifested peat ere le Najd surrealists. En fait acne deluxe no’s lug Najd. Je sues fandom nu, mains lessee de descended par les blanches deviant ennui you, je sues fait avec shiver moon amorous dehorns dams la unit, les bois our le none. Les routes sent is larges. Le traffic. O! Le traffique!
Always, of what are you (men) frightened? I am like a man, and initially I read Nietzsche, read quotes to you about the cows. Each boy I ever liked the will read to actuate after we broke to the top, liked Ginsberg and Kerouac -- not; liked on the road and the howl but not the authors. The smartest read the surrealist proclamation and perhaps Nadja. In fact none them read Nadja. I am a naked phantom, but the test to go down by the boards becomes tedious, and I am made with following in my love outside in the night, wood or not. The roads are so broad. And traffic. O! The traffic one!
Tudors, de quoi eats vogues (des homes) aver vogues affrays? Je suits comet homed, au commencement je list Nietzsche, list des citations à vogues au subject des vetches. Claques garcons jail zamias aimer la volunteer lie pour unclenches après queen nous nous swoons cusses jugs au discus, au Ginsberg aimer au Kerouac -- pas; aimer surd la route equestrians maims pas les auteur. Le plus fate a flu la proclamation pouts eyre le Nadia surrealists. En fait augur ails nay flu Nadia. Je suits fan tome nu, maims lessees à descanter par les congeals devein panicle, je suits fait avec skiver darns monk amour dehorn la units, bois ox pas. Les routes soot sin larges. le tragic. O! Le tragic un!!
Always, of what are you (men) you frightened? I am like a man, and at the beginning I read Nietzsche, read quotations with you about the cows. Each boy I ever liked the will read to engage after we broke with the top, liked Ginsberg and Kerouac -- not; liked on the road and the howl but not the authors. Smartest read the surrealist proclamation and perhaps Nadja. In fact no, they read Nadja. I am a naked phantom, but the test to be gone down by the councils becomes painful, and I am made with following in my love outside the night, drink or not. The roads are so broad. And traffic. O! Traffic one!!
18 April 2008
---Where's my" Fog.
And unexpected sentence.
Defensive about open
heartjoy. Relax, you jerk.
Relax, baby. Purrr.
My body thinks short men are hot because they are easier to control. The response is adjective adjective.
17 April 2008
16 April 2008
I don't understand the question
No what no!
Yes, thought so; as if your
head were a nut (picture)
your hobby (another picture)
conversely. Now you can get away.
Let's make mournful sounds together
Blow it up
inside the brain you saw more brain
your irritating OM : shoulders in ear
opus; or new series 1 based on something
15 April 2008
winning romance with the now correct baseline.
I'm a woman in the correct marketing niche
at last, for dancing. Please dump your boyfriend
and move to LA, but I don't want to be like everyone
giving the beautiful pregnant woman advice--fall
in love with me and leave the suburbs. If you
can actually talk to men I'll talk to you. With.
Now I am a US Marshal listening to high-spirited
drunks. Like squirrels, we were yuppies at
a conference. Boom boom boom. We weren't
looking for jobs. We were looking for dinner music.
14 April 2008
I love, proxima my home. Me too. Whine is like a funny
child the angry students ate, were eaten (by the President).
My advices are numerous and thank you. Everyday ribknife
undiagnosed wake. Like living in an ashram where all my
speech is pitter patter on the fireplace hearth rug. Stuck
art work. Better frozen. It was fine. It was great, actually.
13 April 2008
often, love getting messages, tell me something
about hunger and sleep deprivation and recovering
from mysterious illnesses and the general malaise
of careful speech all day. What is an eggplant?
10 minutes. What is the correct response if you
don't know how you feel. I don't know how you
feel. Liar. Such as vibrant wanting to be loved
and independent, what to do with easy achievement.
I'm bored. Do a forward bend and do a forward bend.
Notice the obvious beauty of something in nature,
like a dragonfly! Inutile stamped on your forehead
--if the bureaucracy were your body, I guess the
nausea would be constant, my longing.
Or else, just tie me up so we can have really cliched rough sex against a wall and smash a light bulb.
12 April 2008
they are fashionable," like a prison. Please be quiet,
winningly mutters, says: yay! while eating gnocchi,
remembering induced wholeness, the man in
the hello kitty hat who wants to know what
you're doing later. You want to make a pretty box.
Say sex. That helps.
11 April 2008
10 April 2008
to the Arabian Peninsula, just don't get married,
don't crinkle plastic bags or climb the stairs,
desperate for courtship calls in the rain; then,
attack your surrogate lover / enemy. Attack
your food. Attack anything the same color as you.
09 April 2008
is true in every detail. A hero stalker song! Two
hot peppers, we eat excessive plates of mediocre
Italian and Chinese food, our normative guide to
culture. Of course, I don't know anything about
it in a direct way. Just the signs.
08 April 2008
07 April 2008
it was "no mommy no" the flu. I signed
all the petitions except that one. He's my
neighbor and I know abut his failed love
life. My departmental manager fantasy
was lush and corpulent but not me,
finally, in spite of all the products we brought forth.
06 April 2008
No one clapped for the African man who won the marathon.
"I want to fuck you within the institution of marriage," he wrote.
I tried to ride around the policeman enforcing the road blocks, but he wasn't paying attention.
Take a picture of us kissing on top of the recycling containers.
Just take a picture, or whatever.
We need a prison to stimulate the local economy.
Say it: "I am rich."
Once, I felt like I wanted to talk about my feelings. I wanted to share my unique, personal story.
05 April 2008
the lagoon. One turns to the context
of motherhood. Oh, your narrow little
waists, oh, we think there's nothing
cooler than being pregnant. Tall lithe
self congratulation. Let's go to Hawaii
again. Let's remove all the coconuts so
no one can throw them at the police.
04 April 2008
03 April 2008
02 April 2008
California's cold inside and
I'm selling hard;
could make it but didn't you make
nothing so excitable? horoscope said we'd have
bright ideas. An outside heart
-- I mean be careful, love or else get
the torture started. I'm feeling my
cliches deeply and it's lethal.
We're freezing inside California but
Lester's bathing in his icy water
dish--he likes the yoga chant CD.
He's singing. There's too many empowering
moments of peace and love, too many
transcendent journeys raising ourselves.
01 April 2008
about them, your then unconscious
passive-aggressive aggression, you know,
I'd have loved you more if you'd been
married and unmarried, I've forgotten
all my characters. The wall to wall is
more than that: jump rope through
the floor and into the TV in the apt. below,
trying to be healthy.
Nevermind, but the shakti was pouring
out of me in the wrong direction. Did punk
ever really happen--I want to get grabbed on stage,
then abducted (from a baseball field)
I am cheerful when you have children, she advised.
Love a bonnet, a sling.
hard questions, we were swimming,
confronted with capital and mediocrity
one must where more organic fibers,
cut back on yesterday's resonances.
Usually we talk about our overseas trips
like Italy forever. Romanian is like
Italian, and tolerance comes with age,
didn't sleep with your X friend and
then your X boyfriend didn't have
a fling who liked it.
Excellence and leadership are good.
Today I learned value; punch
the TV; cry sensitively. Yearning
for TV children's boxing match,
They bang everybody.
They did that exactly like smashing.
I don't blame
"That was one of the best games I ever saw"
The skits. Something to smell at every moment.
(He grew his beard at the end and
I walked everyday. That was something.
"Give back the biscuit, baby."
16 March 2008
Sore calves--maybe from the hike in the Daley Ranch yesterday? My calves are rarely sore.
12 March 2008
visible happiness & specialized dogs
she spoke Spanish at
Santa Fe train station
"She's not really happy but" bruiser
Our team won. I saw one really good wave.
I can't really describe it.
Hauled out to see or bashed in.
I am reluctant to disclose my interests
You should not have hired a poet to do a poet's job. He said
The love affair was not an affair, only fashion--
When you stop talking about money I become uncomfortable.
stupid. I am so smart. Backache sweatpants.
I said happy holidays and she said are you Jewish.
Then she said"what do you know about the 70s?"
California is the 70s. The lake is fake and
now it's polluted.
"Are you riding your bike because you drive
a big gas-guzzling SUV?" He asked. I said
"You are a bad flirt."
Peel off my skin, love,
you can start with my face.
I'd rather role model for a parrot
I am vegetarian and would never eat
such things I leave all my money
to my son "Your parrot is like
a fireplace" The new year started
watery "Design is a passion" Surrender
to grace and mindfulness No day will
work: I don't want to see you
I want your financial problems
to be problems
you need something
Tell me about your feelings then how
you're feeling like they're the
in the room
When I wrote this that's how it was
It was like that when I read it too
maybe turn off something
treesorchidshumminbbirdfeeder The balcony's
too low for an effective suicide
I don't want to be in my beloved's arms when I die
04 February 2008
monkey brain story again it’s an honor
to smash and eat medieval plums from
close your eyes and see visions – you just
have to see them sometimes delight in inhumane
eating perverse adherence to cultural norms
stop telling me the story explain to your
eight year old sister your twenty four year old
coworker babyboomer meltdown
howabout swallow chew watery reproduction
quit falling in love with me carve
an inverted chest to even deeper concaves make
snide pregnant comments I’m female
on purpose I like the dog don’t like
earthy assertions isn’t it brighter in here?
It’s great I said it was great