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Thursday, September 29, 2005

grace allows to be seen

that there will always
be a tomorrow(again and again)
today. That:the show must go on
like:sex as bonding
like: us as ‘team’ presentation
or could be:the moment you don’t greet me with a kiss
butblank almost, preoccupied with whatever hat you are wearing
a courteous kiss:blank on a cheek
check:your change, your coat for:
stray hairs. De-brief me, knowing it
helps: toget my attention onto you, no
real care for my tensions only get the story out of the way
then:play the hetero-part, all controlled charm. Just don’t take
me: (will never ever) under the bicycle shed to the
lecture-roses; yourboys will be back soon
and other morefanciable friend(s). A pursed cheek offered, curt, done now, through – the night’s performance
achievedpart by part by part...

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

that the comprehensible was simply a ploy for youbut
considered a contract by
me as if:worms bought forth their
dead or:as if once yet once a-
gain youturned your back: each
little supportive act from mereinforced
a:pen
(but only because you:wanted to buy yourself another, bigger
then again perhaps a:book recommendation
like a:dog rewarded
for:good tricks
and like some otherkind of dog
left before:7 in the morning
your body sick and tiredand craving more
:solitary
:pursuits

Monday, September 19, 2005


that the imperative is already the indicative for mebut
not for you
whether:as a flower, unfolding
or:as if a leaf unfurled, speeding
up or could be:a branch wavering against a backdrop of anything
a:light beam refracted from sun
to:a window pane
to:greasy wet air
then again perhaps: aspider’s sink line caught – its home a
becoming a
belonging.There I searched
(and all similarities).(Or
at least most others.)And
did not find

Wednesday, September 07, 2005

this is an audio post - click to play

Sunday Mourning

I am not the dulciloquy drazel tree
You are boulted
The dulocracy of covers
comforts me not
There are tares dumbfounded
as tautest sinews
lest we break
we body
we muscle
we feeble-mere masquerading grip-teeth
we a sheer smile
we daily multi does-its
duly pull foreover
frattéd, neverthless from bookshelf
depositary or maybe some past
feudal brain intellectephony
a fluidism
upon slim
upon ankles
gracious wrists
compliant fingers
a thin sweephair cheek flourish
Armchair feigns its fiduciary recompense
Temporarily only to the Altar would I, hobbled, hackey
after the priest’s personalityless house-keeping
his never-a-fumbled unfolding
level as Spirit placing
only the chalice’s silk pea-emerald sheen
swimmingly unseen post expectancy
Host repositarrying
gold embroidered
ensymbolled
ah-cloth
Anesthesia need
“What - , what do you think we shall grow old and decrepit together?”
you asked
No, not if after the night’s intimacy
you reserve the broad daylight
bachelorhood headline
beaming barranter’s
your go
your hag-leave
your yawn journey
without kiss not even a single grey hair from
me
Jointress I am not
Shot branch brackens its private
good girl flaggered propengenity
into budless dead
scales. Bark dogs.
Rebeggared now as if widow
Pillows’ indorsation quasi-carrion
mocks an enforced celibacy
now a carbulled pretence
Bother me not
Drive to your domestrivial detritus won-zone
and label us all:
our little spines
glutteously
done

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