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...

Listen!


THE ARGUMENT

A burning house invites the comet in for a meal. The conver-
sation turns ugly and the comet leaves. The house remains be-
hind to see how much of it can burn and it still remains be-
hind. There is a figure creeping near the house, and every
so often you can see him look in his hand. He is comparing a
photo of the house burning with the house burning. His wife
waits in the car. Her friend in the second grade had long red
hair and her name was . . . If only she could remember! She
would start the car and drive home, her husband would be left
standing there stupidly, everything would end satisfactorily.
But she will not go until she remembers. The house is very
bright now, its flames are waving at the comet, best to let
bygones be, no sense holding grudges, especially as the comet
is getting ready to leave the solar system. The comet packs
its bags with rice and stolen watches, moody. Yes, the house
can have its way. No sense stirring up trouble. But it could
have worked out differently. Oh well, the comet sighs, I will
be back again in some decades, and the house won't even be a
patch of black ground by then. Its soot will be forgotten,
eyes the smoke made water will have long been dust, but I'll
still have my ice and my long hair and my legend.