ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS

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BE DIGITAL
and believe what falls between your fingers...


DAYLIGHT FARM SUPPLY
wet lawns along the river...


ASKING FOR HELP
the one I want...


BYE BYE
to be commanded to sit down...


HEAVEN AND HELL
Understand me: I was the boy...


MY FACE IN THE MIRROR
what have you done...


MESSAGE
there is a line...


ALERT
televangelists and...


ANNOUNCEMENT
the modern boat is sinking!...


NO MISTAKES
understand me: I am the musician...


FINDING
my eyes if I should lose them...


LOVE POEM
sh! the poet is sleeping...


AFTER
the crowd without its beggar...


AGAINST IMMORTALITY
I don't want to live forever...


ADJUST
At last the flow of water has changed:...


PROTESTANT MEMORY
to keep myself from crying...


DOWNPOUR
the cats come in...


RELIGIOUS SCENE
on the wall of the steakhouse...


ON MY CARPET
he calls it his...


APPEAL
your honors...


SONG OF CONFESSION
my heart a poisoned well...


DRIVING
the black femur...


INTERSECTION
the corner of lost memory...


FIRST COLD DAY
in the back yard...


THEFT OF A LINE FROM SIMIC
dark night...


EXAMINATION
reading the heart's...


ABSURD
to say...


NEVER COMPLETE
bowing like a long-necked bird...


AS HE SHIFTS THEM
In the back pew of...


untitled
this poetry...


END OF THE EIGHTIES
the story takes...


12/31/91
outside in...


IN A CAR
we're in California...


MORNING INCIDENT
Getting up to let the cat in I felt myself growing weak,...


untitled
you wiped out...


4/3/92
a dream...


FAILING TO RECOGNIZE
even as it occurred...


ROCK PAINTING
the dance I did...


REFUSING TO UNDERSTAND
what comes from the dog's mouth...


NIGHTWORK
the secret government...


ODE TO THE FRIENDS OF POETRY
the friends of poetry...


LOCATION
rights and privileges...


SENSE OF AN ENDING
the last breath I...

THE TOWN


the town with its mildly hilly north side
its flat and flood prone south and all its
tired crossroads which
the sun passes through every day
tidy angles of light changing calmly minute to minute
everything is a system the mayor proclaims
even what I am not telling you
by telling you that

a cat gray broad headed scarred from fights
has wandered behind the license branch 
on his way to his favorite trash can favorite
not so much for the trash as for the rats
he sees the sun and thinks
ha! you have one but I
have two 
yellow eyes

the grocer in his long white apron
is the only one listening to the mayor
but really he is waiting for him to move
so he can sweep there too
farmers and their wives are coming in
from all directions bearing broken machinery
and shopping lists 
everyone must get busy

an old lady across the alley 
from the cat's favorite trash
looks at him over her back yard
from her seat on her back porch
things have changed the songs she knows best
no one sings out loud anymore
they hum them now as if ashamed to be heard
a little whisper of song works to speed memory
which is slow and stiff and gets stuck in one place
that cat thinks he's so quick and always will be
she says to herself but I have far more years than him
and I know what he doesn't