ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS

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ABOUT TO SIT DOWN
Stepping out the back door...


KISS HIS EAR
Brown corn bends as...


STALLING OUT
Just by getting enough distance...


PAGE ZERO
my mind's blank wall...


PARTING
words just off...


CRICKETS HESITATE
the night...


FROM AND TO
my first eternity...


IN THIS LITTLE POEM OR WORLD
I mislaid my travel plans the map...


FIELD GUIDE
indigo bunting no words...


untitled
I knew...


I STAY UP LATE
studying to live...


POEM OF EXPOSURE
the tender outcry...


untitled
underground I'll turn to you...


THEFT OF A LINE FROM TATE
I consider it a citizen's duty...


STANDING STILL IN
november...


HOW I TRAPPED THE MURDERER
I left out the part...


PROVERB
he who sleeps a false sleep...


A SUNDAY NIGHT SERMON FOR DAVID BAKER
The first step is to listen,...


I AM PART BUZZARD
my grandmother was a buzzard...


DEAR FUCKHEADS
my head hurts...


TILL IT THAWS
1....


RESOLUTION
I am so glad...


EVENING POEM
in the cellar...


DISTURBANCE
the world is alive...


FLIGHT
the gamblers...


VISIT
Buying toys, the one remaining copy...


STORM
in trouble again...


JUST AFTER DAWN
We sat among the cattle and he asked me ...


INTERPRETATION
Hour begets hour, dream begets dream,...


THE BUZZARD SPEAKS
I am proud...


INTERRUPTION
not knowing what to say...


JOSEPH'S POEM
if you wish to own a fear...


DIS-ORDER
of course...


BLUE MILLION
in the house dark...


untitled
blank pages spit their silence...


BROKEN POEM
life goes through...


AUTOBIOGRAPHY VOL. II
the day before my birth...


MARENGO
the pressure of seasons...


TODAY
awoke in the forest...

MY STRUGGLE WITH MY WEIGHT

Mornings around here there is so much fog in the trees
it is like it isn't around here at all. The fog confers
with the upslope and downslope and is not upset that it
must simply vanish when the sun achieves a certain
strength. But I was saying that in the midst of all this
legs have a definite heft, after so many steps they get
hard to move, I'm panting. And my arms, they're no bet-
ter, my head must be held up, can't just allow it to sag,
even my insides, my liver say, there is a noticeable
presence in there, and I can feel it slop around, I need
to carry it with me, there is no way to lighten the load.
And here I am out in the woods x distance from the house,
worn out, feeling I've had it, just want to be home, but
it will take y amount of energy to get me there, and
where will it come from? And say I do get home, likely
as not it's already night, late, the guest can be heard
in his corner of the house playing the guitar sadly, this
has happened before, he'll get through it, but how much
sleep does a person need, is it proportional to weight or
to loss or to what?