Wednesday, January 07, 2004

Advice for Helen

Will this be general issue or
certain circumstance? Burnt

into trade winds the certain print
of face on nickel. Skin left in

airport wind tunnels; the dirt from your
feet grows and is shaven off; your face

moves constant without notice (left eye
becomes nose, oh Helen, ear replaces

chin but all still remains in some combina-
tion) and (there’s nothing over here)

a bright red sun moves us left to
north where no value is too small. Blow

off a kiss to them, blow them a tiny weapon
to gather into small streams of

liquor and amphetamine for the child
strapped into a cart down the

old safe way.

Monday, January 05, 2004

Good to be back. And what do we all have planned this year?

Imagine your leaves in

the bitterest reservoir

Stick with it, the

wind is so bright this evening!

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