ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS

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SPECULATION
the possession of life...

TO COUNT FOR WHAT
eyes scrape the borderland of no...

WHERE I AM/HAVE BEEN
our decisions are so small...

VIEW OF EARTH FROM MY HOUSE
stars out a light breeze...

MY FIRST LANGUAGE
alive in this time...

10/20/97
steadily consuming the purple-sweetness...

POSTCARD
I write to you from...

HERE
the beast and the waves...

LYRIC
moving through the dark...

APPLICATION
please send more poems...

IN THE DARK
friends the dark as much as you...

FOOTNOTE TO IN THE DARK
those who disappeared while still alive...

NOVEMBER
cold weather settles me...

WITHOUT CLOTHES
the right temperature for singing...

TO THE ASIAN MARKETS
we can be proud of our success...

3/1/98
the sunday walk a path...

REFUSAL TO MAKE MUSIC
I have lost my ears the silence is so large in them...

WEDNESDAY MORNING
with the sudden cold...

MY WINDOW
wonderful day...

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sun flees we pursue...

MY WISHES
steady hand...

ON HIS WORK
bright from the roots...

THE LAST TIME I WAS AT YOUR HOUSE
while I snorted and rolled over...

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sun's careful stroking breaks the frost...

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there were some the wind dried some...

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sun slant the wind dies moist...

FOLLOWING
the laws of migration over the ground...

HOW IT HAS BEEN
half dark or near dark...

THE TASK
There is a god or goddess for first ...

THINGS THAT ARE AND ARE NOT POEMS
things that kill us...

FRAGMENT
Doesn't. And complies again, removes the robe, there is the soft...

DREAMED OF MY EX-WIFE
We were selling a house back to the couple we had bought it from....

GRUMBLE
no other life has been given me...

11/1/98
the world sleeps...

THEFT OF A LINE FROM LALIC
a weight of fire brought home...

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in another dream a pickled man...

AFTER HOURS
red flare west through the trees...

WHERE I STAND WITH HIM
a gift of storms bursts open...

DANCE OF LOVE
I couldn't touch the dancers' radiance...

DECEIVED MYSELF THINKING
of a poetry only...

THINGS THAT ARE AND ARE NOT POEMS

things that kill us
things that we wish were done
things that reveal our better nature
things that with their innocence send up a fresh scent from the
       forest floor's decay
things that are lies
things that fall
things that cower
things that make us smile
things that make us imagine they are something else
things that howl
things that bleed
things that suckle
things that enter us
things that shine and then darken
things that approach
things that can be worshipped without end
things that compell a life of study
things that are cool to the touch
things that vibrate a pathway over our nerves
things that we can know only from memory or imagination
things that we resist
things that excite the doctors or make them cry
things that are wrapped around something else
things that overcome us
things that are less than what they were
things that grow and must be cared for
things that have no value
things that we have known since we were children
things that hurt our feet
things that come out of our bodies
things that reflect
things that love
things that arch
things that are the same as other things
things that we will never do
things that stop


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