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...

Listen!


SUMMER PRAISES


the ground-filling rain
the rain like spray
the rain driven to violence by the sharp angles of the wind
the strange rain coming briefly while the sun shines
the soft rain yesterday washing into today's brightness
the rain at night that shelters your sleep
the rumbles shouts and split flashes that are rain's accompaniment
the rain that digs the dirt and softens it till the sunflowers keel over
the rain talking over stones
the gloomy rain that conditions your thoughts
the loving rain the harsh one the one that will not leave
the rain that hides in the cellar or jumps off the roof
the satisfying rain and the one that only teases
the rain in your hand the rain on your shoulders
the rain with a rhythm of blood drowsing you
the rain walking home beside you
the rain apart from you
the rain that never stops singing
the weary rain that wishes to stop
the rain that kills the memory of drought with its own green hands
the rain marks in the dust
the rust that remembers rain
the results of rain in tall crops thick air and mosquitos
the rain holding your thoughts in its pocket like a letter
the rain going into your mind through your ears
the delight of rain the boredom of rain the sleepiness of rain the
     rendering of rain as crayola lines
the rain you've grown up with and the new rain about to fall
the things touched by rain that are gone when the rain comes again
the rain when it was in the clouds was not rain but clouds
the clouds when they visit are not clouds but rain
the rain changes itself and others
the rain dries off the sun is strong you sit under a tree
sheltering as you did from the rain only now from the sun
and the shadows rain down on you