3 hours ago
February 20, 2007
February 04, 2007
Considering the fourth pair of sox
Rattle and thump at the front door but its only the wind
loud sound of clear air over the wings of the C-130 low overhead
Thick Towel against the window blow
3 below lullaby tea
(“ask a stranger why I’m waiting in the chamber of a gun” “ I’d like to be tha b ig black bird sitting in ypoonder tree….I wish Iw was that river rolling on cdown to the sea, I wish I was that cold hard stone” and other songs of ravens)
Cold knees predictions of doom
February 02, 2007
He found a pea in his pocket, in the pocket of his shirt
Prince’s pine, prince in the pines
The schools were closed because of sickness
A dried leaf of mint , remaining scent of summer visitors tossing back their whiskeys among the furniture
Down the dark hollow through the snowy cold, winter train flings –squeals shapes shidft something somewthig ---past at the bottom of the hollow at the end of the winter fhollow lies Spring
In the light of the sewage house where the sewage lives
Thast we have sent
That we have all sent
White cat runs between our cars on the backstreet in the wintery cold in the dark
The white cat between us
Giant wings going down the road –or props of a windmill blades –or thw ings of an angel so big
A man points out that Security is a a type of Theartre now. It is all about feeling, I t is a kabuki dance
Mary must mourne molly
Prince’s pine, prince in the pines
The schools were closed because of sickness
A dried leaf of mint , remaining scent of summer visitors tossing back their whiskeys among the furniture
Down the dark hollow through the snowy cold, winter train flings –squeals shapes shidft something somewthig ---past at the bottom of the hollow at the end of the winter fhollow lies Spring
In the light of the sewage house where the sewage lives
Thast we have sent
That we have all sent
White cat runs between our cars on the backstreet in the wintery cold in the dark
The white cat between us
Giant wings going down the road –or props of a windmill blades –or thw ings of an angel so big
A man points out that Security is a a type of Theartre now. It is all about feeling, I t is a kabuki dance
Mary must mourne molly
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