ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS

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12/20/89
Armor and...


PERSONAL APPEARANCE BY THE AUTHOR
I didn't shave or comb my hair this morning. The long coat...


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aching a little...


DAYS BEFORE
the killer's mother is coming...


NIGHT CREATURES
under the devious arch of the night...


AUTOBIOGRAPHY
first I died...


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When I lift my hands do not pull back,...


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Here you are beside me...


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you were leaping from roof to roof...


CONVERSATIONS
arguing about suicide...


I SAW
things...


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putting the beach out...


WRITING ON A MIRROR
my pen is red it sinks into my hand...


PEARL STREET
I love him singing...


I TRY BUT
you won't leave me alone...


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the better I did...


LAMENT
Is now the time to praise...


I COULD FALL OVER
Always losing patience with...


11 ARGUMENTS
I insist on the rightness of my thoughts....


POEM ENDING WITH MY NAME
I watch TV....


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spring loosens up her veins...


AN AFTERNOON
A girl and a boy were walking through a forest of apple...


THE NEW REPUBLIC
a conspiracy against time...


BELIEVING IN A HIDDEN ENEMY
I went up the stairs in the dark....


THOUGHT
Who's behind...


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I will marry my blear eye to a blind eye...


I SUBMIT TO THE DOCTORS
with starved breath...


SUGGESTION
Let the poets die...


WALK WITH FLOWERS
chamomile with their secret of sleep...


FIVE SEASONS
King Curtis blows his...


SKETCH
In the dark the boy...


ON THE OTHER HAND
now that I'm dying...


ON ONE HAND
the mark a cat's claw...


ANOTHER OCTOBER: McCORMICK'S CREEK
upstream stone blocks back the water up...


COMING CLEAN (WITHOUT LOVE)
Cows bellering on their feet....


WAITING FOR THE EARTHQUAKE
the dead who can...


ME AND MY BIRD
The water is round...


SENTENCE
A restaurant where you are left alone...


MYTH
Everyone is shouting...


RETURNING THANKS AFTER EATING
I know I'm out...


SEQUENCE OF DESIRE
wanting to stop smoking...


HOME JOURNAL
I forget...


HERE BEGINS THE POEM OF MY LEFT HAND
My left hand is a child...


HE SAID
everything mastered him...


BRIGHT METAL FRAIL REED
my breath loves to narrow itself...


DEVOTION
the moan bird is soaring...


NOCTURNE
I am waiting...


SCHOOL
I love him in his smelly pants...


1/14/91
Starting the blood...


REPORT
when I say...


TWO SENTENCES
And as for the rest of it: no, I don't believe we should ever...


CHARACTERISTICS OF A DOOR
with a thumbtack for an eye...


DESTINATION
after it is long since dark...


NEW BREATH IN ME
you are clouds...


THE UNLOVED BELOVED
"The Unloved Beloved" is written by the crazy son of the man...


AGAINST REPRISALS
a well cut jacket of despair...

GO TO LEONARD SPRINGS


walk past the gush and then
on the path that skirts the marsh
with its families of duck and beaver
and the overflights of swallows
to the place where the dam broke
and the stream from the marsh spills

then back to the main path curving
uphill and its link over to the road
whose chunks of coarse gravel
hurt the feet through their shoes
descending to tall grass and
walnut trees where the road becomes
a footpath again crossing
the stream where it runs shallow
washing over the face of a rockshelf
and up the other side dark pines
ground soft with dead needles

another curve uphill to the track
by the edge of the abandoned quarry
the earth's bones upended but
covering themselves with green again
and over to where the track thins
and turns rough downhill tracing
through briars to cross the lesser
ditchy end of the stream and here
a confusion as the path is so starved
of traffic it blurs into the scrub

but the dog finds the way
and I follow until blocked by
a tangle of rosebushes she can
trot under but I can't press through
I have to keep her in sight while
I swing around the tangle through
the woods to meet her where she's 
no surprise found the road again

uphill trudge out of breath but
in the open now the way back clear
legs sore must look for ticks
when I get home the dog happy
though she walks a little shambly
no wonder poor thing to go so far
and in such excitement all the way