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Thursday, October 09, 2003

WHILE WATCHING THE GAME I
READ GEORGE STANLEY
BETWEEN INNINGS


bulidings hold hands and
make a canopy
to keep the wetness
in

we’re like faucets
turned on to
aid fountains
of streaming rope

it’s not what they
don’t do
only what we do now under
night’s cowardly glow

Wednesday, October 08, 2003

If you like to think of American government as a kind of Chinese box, California's all boxed in.

True Story

You are the
applesauce of
my eye

Tuesday, October 07, 2003

but is he guilty of murder?

for years he begged them to
invent an eden out of
coffee grounds

which he did himself one morning
piqued monetary politics and
what his friend called

crap like that      and surely
that’s the nub of it, a space on a table
in which to edit a day

If you turn your back
the weeds will take over the
sidewalk

thanks for the fall
glad that fall is here

Sunday, October 05, 2003

A short note to Trot Nixon from Gregory Corso:

And I screamed in my dream:
God! Throw thy merciful pitch!
Herald the crack of bats!
Hooray the sharp liner to left!
Yea the double, the triple!
Hosannah the home run!

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