8:38

to swear the sprinkler system
will go off any minute
is to stand beneath a sensor
with a fire in your hands

10:53

the dreams of ghosts are being cloned
a washing machine moves on through country

broken-down horns squawk in the belly
of the cars set on blocks in the drive

i hear the sound of saws
being played at cutting

no fear grows from stumps
the rings a sign for hole, a singing sky dips into

you can only translate doubt
into however many languages exist
at a given moment

pull the lever and the wrong order
drops into the vending machine’s
no-longer-empty holding space

6:52

try the temple
are they eating
dogdogdogdogcardogcarcat

here is the song
and here is the dancing
one thing will make another
mean more if it's placed correct--

are you busting at the seems?
sea am, shore. watch the walls

go stale-ing
it's not the more
you swallow, it's the whale you get
whole. and spout, one loves to leave.

ok the cat's dreaming now, i can see
its paws knead.
the next one will be
fore the worst way to make a forum
is by asking along the questions,
same sames the same.
ones won the ones.

and to stop scratch, apply water
in heaps. aptly, water ain't easy.

11:18

in the compartment to back through the neighing a sumpthin, the packs were savory. here's a voice, here's an apartment with old carpets climb through the highway to get back sorting into a weekswalk. think of the mansions in newport and what someone pressed so hard against an iron fence the snapbacked chairs are making a comeback and all worry can be traced to momentary lapses of motion and congruity. i mean it's easy to dance like your suit is an animal you're trying to save from the formal dissection that often happens at parties. but the corporeal is just another space. and the other people are being surrounded as we speak, this foal cannot make legs look more or less clumsy. two solid poles dance at the edges of this planet i am pulling the legs of the table back and forth and you are mentoring the deckwalkers in gull charts. the grip we have. the suitable clobbering that happens to clothes after. i will attend the lighthouse against its better suitors and defend maturity from my non-slip footwear. Here's a cookie and ranking system. Here's the list of all those things we thought we wouldn't see. in the store window a pair of plastic swans. at the table, strangers.

9:10

how to start a parade

the cat’s near the chicken barn, say
‘cat’ a thousand times
until you don’t recognize
the slits of its eyes through
the crease of the door of the ‘a’ in its belly
letting light up
on the birds. the feather lines
will lead straight to a fowl heart
plucked from the chest
of one of the hens
like a flower,
a beating gift.

9:04

Two shorts--one from yesterday since I didn't post

forget me
not the creeping
of traffic as it strings

the welts
we cut out
of fruit

a sign on the door
says only one
person at a time

it spills us
together into
the empty lobby

6:52

from yesterday...

home on the lam

ore renamed
the part where
you place your junk

it heaps all over the room
maybe you thought junk meant
what you keep in your pants

or the trunk
that hands out signs in front
of the elephant, but I’m not buying it.

in essential nature, the clam
is nothing more than
a lickable burrower

take your friends for a walk
and see the new statues
made of presidents

our nation’s capital made
easy to grab at—just
love someone wealthy

the newest form of living is found
dead on the seaway
and salt will make its home

anywhere the wind takes it. this could
be a way to continue. this could
be the winter.