Eventually      settled
          on. Light      shifts, talis-
     men. Or      men. Rock
               climbing. Retrograde.
          Withdrawn.      With
          contempt. Sedentary.
     Elevated.           Occupy.

rock                          scissors






euphonium                     paper

remonsterate

Today the
postman brought
me a mid-
life crisis
& a Ferrari
in a color that
matched my
blood’s hot eyes.

Genji Monogatari XIX: The Ivy

A code trans-
gressed—mutual in-
fidelities compel her
to leave the family
vaudeville act. No
clear boundaries have
been drawn. Convent-
ional narration is both
cure & punishment,
transparency a weapon
of disorientation. The
evolutionary purpose
of more complex visual
narrative is to create
traffic jams & jostling
crowds, anger within
easy walking distance
of the beach. He offers
a cautious verse. She ex-
hales all unused breath
& waits for someone
to remove the debris.

Returning,

locomotive power
/ backstory
         so that

fashions can emerge from
constructions
        knowledge
of, graffiti.

deposited amount
: separate
objects
in the         background.

She the source of
the use of
the; accumulation of

“I regret to say that         we
of the _FBI are powerless
to act.”

a crucial punctuation point in the
iconography of         this war;

.—

Today the
postman brought
me a canteloupe
for my vege-
tarian zoo.

perhaps                mean






not                     idolatry

Today the
postman brought
me Tom
Beckett. Too
tall to fit
through the
door so I’ve
left his physical
self outside
as a kind of
toTom pole
& let his
spirit run
free to keep
me company.

the truth behind the news

WASHINGTON (AFP) — US President George W. Bush said in an interview out Tuesday that he quit playing golf in 2003 out of respect for the families of US soldiers killed in the conflict in Iraq, now in its sixth year.

Actually, his advisors told him to quit playing in the Gulf, because of the growing unpopularity of the war, but once again he fucked up.

I
become fix-
ated on people,

on
things. I
stare incessantly. Sign

of
senility? Or
just failing eyesight?

The misconception

that Democracy will bring
about liberty accounts for
     around 30% of the total
US foreign aid budget. The
     remainder goes to over-
     coming the dependence of
Afghan farmers on opium
poppy crops by setting up
     sweatshops to produce
     decals that reproduce
real railroad signs & come
     printed on heavy gauge
aluminum sheet stock.

Today the
postman brought
me a flamenco
dancer. Some-
thing clicked
between us—
her castanets.

running round in my brain

unbidden this morning is Charlie Mingus' Fables of Faubus.

Name me someone who’s ridiculous, Dannie.
Governor Faubus!
Why is he so sick and ridiculous?
He won’t permit integrated schools.
Then he’s a fool!

The Flowers of the Abyss II

A curious eclipse—
traffic regulations now
require night to have
a bell that absorbs
light without refraction
fitted to it. Times past,
an event happened, we
rushed out & ran to it
in rampant schaden-
freude. But this is no
accident, is mechanistic;
so we stay within the
ice-blue interior of a bare
carcass of concrete &
play chase the dog or
describe Nigeria or clean
graffiti off the wreaths &
potpourri. Shorn of its
exits the sun is quiet.
Time stands still, bells
hang heavy in the air.