Monday, August 31, 2009

Monday. 8/31/09

To be here 
and for the moment,
perfectly

Sunday, August 30, 2009

Sunday. 8/30/09

A collar, covered
In the hair of you and your
Assassins. Grey fur.

Saturday, August 29, 2009

Saturday. 8/29/09

cats and dogs and cats
and dogs and cats and dogs and
cats and dogs and cats

Friday, August 28, 2009

Friday. 8/28/09

HE SHOULD NOT
TALK TO ME LIKE THAT.
HE SHOULDN'T...

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Thursday. 8/27/09

You wake up four or
Five times a night; you stand
up in bed and scream.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Wednesday. 8/26/09

I put my hand on
the table; the table is
cool. Then not so much.

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Tuesday. 8/25/09

a chorus
of a ballad from
the old world

Monday, August 24, 2009

Monday. 8/24/09

Flies gather, inside
By the window - near an old
Souvenir, to die.

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Sunday. 8/23/09

Werner Herzog cursed
The banality of his
Five Dollar Footlong.

Saturday, August 22, 2009

Saturday. 8/22/09

the courtyard
is a safe space for
feral cats

Friday, August 21, 2009

Friday. 8/21/09

my linda she's a
solid sender you know you
better surrender...

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Thursday. 8/20/09

the tortoise
and the hare; the ass
and the grab.

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Wednesday. 8/19/09

picking out
stars from a line up
in the sky

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Tuesday. 8/18/09

We shed our
Skin, twice a year, just
Like serpents.

Monday, August 17, 2009

Monday. 8/17/09

"Trepanation"

This weekend
I had a hole drilled
Through my skull

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Sunday. 8/16/09

in the dream there's snow
and the sound of a curse spoke,
soft, one floor below.

Saturday, August 15, 2009

Saturday. 8/15/09

the buccaneers loot
booty under a high-def,
cerulean sky.

Friday, August 14, 2009

Friday. 8/14/09

extraordinary
meteorological
curiosities

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Thursday. 8/13/09

The book is
Full of mirrors, which
You drool on.

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Wednesday. 8/12/09

The mysterious
Traveller arrives. The hosts
Offer sangria.

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Tuesday. 8/11/09

I go down for the
Continental breakfast; roll
Opening credits.

Monday, August 10, 2009

Monday. 8/10/09

The ass clown
Is still out there, up
In them hills.

Sunday, August 9, 2009

Sunday. 8/9/09

The food court becomes
A chapel, as I speak, low,
Like Danny Glover.

Saturday, August 8, 2009

Saturday. 8/8/09

They make a
lot of toothpaste in
Moon Township.

Friday, August 7, 2009

Friday. 8/7/09

General Stonewall Jackson's Last Words

"Let us cross over
The river, and rest under
The shade of the trees..."

Thursday, August 6, 2009

Thursday. 8/6/09

TVs from other
Homes, rooms beckon. Don't miss the
Greatest show on earth.

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Wednesday. 8/5/09

I am hoping you
tell me to come back next week.
I am not ready.

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Tuesday. 8/4/09

You rock out
On the other side
Of the world.

Monday, August 3, 2009

Monday. 8/3/09

The neighbors stay up
Awful late with cars that crank
But won't turn over.

Sunday, August 2, 2009

Sunday. 8/2/09

The end of summer;
Cardinals in sycamores
Sing with Scott Walker.

Saturday, August 1, 2009

Saturday. 8/1/09

New avenues look
all over the place. They know
what you've been renting.