Thursday, February 21, 2008


Their wealth bygone. Your reason forever. Their choices new. Your table wooden. My shoe unglued. Our future copper. Varnished and used. Your glee contagious. Our sadness too.

Wednesday, February 20, 2008


El pope del populacho. El popurrí se puso popular con los popís. Poured lines of powder. Raggedy edges unmade by boundaries and rules. Tú hiciste el muro. Lo construiste de concreto y los huesos de madres. Lo que es popular resulta nada fructífero.

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Choice


Both are so delicate. We break easily or fade. Shred these paper tears for wont of a home. No one will accept the remnants. Search please. We beg you. And yet. I promise no gentleness abides the daily tempest.

Monday, February 18, 2008


Broken this dream of franchisement. Again through the hole into depths of unmastery. Head wracked with needles flies through notes rhythm red stews and squeezed lemons old fashioned ones. How about a complete sentence. Can you do a complete grant application. A squint of light on a radiant slanting sun about to set. A shine so fateful induces a headache. Everything gray paint and peeling unskinning itself from the craggy surface.

Sunday, February 17, 2008


Your travel has lead to obvious conclusions known aforehand from reading extensively in leather couches adorned by I-Pod pillows. Fantasies of aggrandizement. Not very very. Neither as such. Obvious commentaries on citizenship exams dragons rats newness and out of control faith. My fish tastes of bean paste chili forgotten seeds salty nightmares and debilitated avenues.

Saturday, February 16, 2008


Novato. Las jaquecas no provocan buena poesía. Vinieron y me avisaron. Yo lloré. No me puedo deshacer de tus directivas prescriptivas. Me gusta que el lenguaje se desborone. El pan se me desboronó. Las palabras cayeron en desuso. No te lo puedo explicar.

Friday, February 15, 2008


El saldo es. Los que perdieron siempre ganan. Me diste una idea salaz. Me querías corromper. Sal. Tueste. Y ya no veo el motivo de tantas mentiras.

Sunday, February 10, 2008


Celoso el sexo. Selecciono el éxtasis. La celeste celibata. A break in language. A crook in this long asphalt dream. Translate my yearning for wood. Waves unexpected. Where bosom spacial. Wove espouses shells.

Friday, February 8, 2008


Rivers flow thick with promises. An exterior loaded down with expectations candied apples and sage. A traveling circus unable to convene its festivities. All the prisoners eat their lunch in the visiting room. Please don't touch the glass. Por favor que no toquen el vidrio. Your long dicks made for brokenness and fabled excess was a lie unable to free but a butterfly from a long rusted cage.

Wednesday, February 6, 2008


Laugh run tear a piece off and eat. Left right error. Never could follow direction. El hijo de puta que lo prometió nunca apareció. Laugh runt. Eran tiempos mejores los de antes. We were born too late. Digo demasiado temprano.

Tuesday, February 5, 2008


Unsun afternoon wind through cedar and broken window glass clanks unmercifully unfallen. Burnt red branches tiny tendrils of heat burnt growth demand a gaze. Mud tracks broken plastic bucket overflowing with aluminum afterlives. Swing merges with ditch run down full of slime a toy truck and putrid water. We play here. Wooden pathway is merging with swampland its stink a call for reparations. No breeze strong enough.

Thursday, January 31, 2008

Rest


This month has been a party which continuing will should. Language which arrived intact se ha desbaratado. Me cuestiono en el camino. A ver que se da. Nothing is to be had. Or won. Dust envelops these dying bodies. Demonstrative machinations. Si me muero, que los colores salven el polvo del basurero.

Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Undermined


Frisar en los treinta es una pesadilla. También los cuarenta. O pues los veintes. Así es sabes. La madera se vende barata. Se le está saliendo el moco. La cita siempre termina en besos desagradables. Y no me quiero enfermar.

Tuesday, January 29, 2008


A trashed glass shard burrows into drying mud. A track sunk into the surface. A Trasimene for modern day Houston. An ambush unforeseen and for that destructive. Encyclopedias write no poetry like leftovers of a puddle in winter sun. Internet no match for what is caught up in this living net.

Monday, January 28, 2008

No Beginning Here


Doves ravens sparrows scared off. Choices which you regret. Your own mistakes. Take out your anger. Walk around with it. Give it a walking stick. Send it to Antarctica. I for myself threw seeds grains tiny bits of corn on the muddy ground. Tiny seedlings already emerging bravely. Mistakenly perhaps.

Sunday, January 27, 2008


Door of banished dreams. Dressed under rust or walking sticks. Drive over and around til you come here. Durante todo este tiempo, raquítica la cooperación. Sin que se den cuenta.

Saturday, January 26, 2008

Clouds of Inside


Day spent rummaging in the past. Surfing old hangouts and marking hours on the edge of my calves. Dirt colludes to compromise happiness. Simple patterns of sex and sin. Remarked the observing doe. You haven't been muddied like this in a long time.

Friday, January 25, 2008

Silouettes of Thieves


Time is rearranged in the making of things. Suddenly there is no previousness at all. And stories are rewritten without having been originally scribed. I tried to sell truth but someone stole it right off the shelves.

Thursday, January 24, 2008


It is easy to critique rottenness. We all need so much.

Wednesday, January 23, 2008


How to come out of storms. That rain would have driven out the windows and over day. I told you. You asked me how my feet were doing. They told you cold. And you walked away. There will be no getting over.

Tuesday, January 22, 2008


No one has stopped the train yet. Days trudge happily. Repetition erases mispellings and falling. We decided not to go through with it. Still and all it is up for grabs.

Monday, January 21, 2008


I will do the watching here. My nostrils big bloated engorged with blood and mucus. Please don't watch the tourists passing through our pain. We told them not to come. I know. We all do it. So no one ever leaves then.

Sunday, January 20, 2008


Makes a bad plastic wrap story. Whenever you need me. She's gone now. And cocks crow. People dive through sky. Somewhere a small child breaks out in a rash and no one rubs lotion into it. I still smelled her in the bathroom. Let's mark this private.

Saturday, January 19, 2008


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Tuesday, January 15, 2008

You Left


And never would I remember what I was thinking to do that morning. Never that ordinary moment. Expectations realized. Dramatically unmoving.

Monday, January 14, 2008

Now Before is After


Walked to run and hide. These were tripping alongside runs.

Sunday, January 13, 2008


Fugaz nerviosidad al azar. Jornada de mecos.

Saturday, January 12, 2008


Cuasi litoral. Semi desértico. Estrambótico Jesus.