ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS

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BE DIGITAL
and believe what falls between your fingers...

DAYLIGHT FARM SUPPLY
wet lawns along the river...

ASKING FOR HELP
the one I want...

BYE BYE
to be commanded to sit down...

HEAVEN AND HELL
Understand me: I was the boy...

MY FACE IN THE MIRROR
what have you done...

MESSAGE
there is a line...

ALERT
televangelists and...

ANNOUNCEMENT
the modern boat is sinking!...

NO MISTAKES
understand me: I am the musician...

FINDING
my eyes if I should lose them...

LOVE POEM
sh! the poet is sleeping...

AFTER
the crowd without its beggar...

AGAINST IMMORTALITY
I don't want to live forever...

ADJUST
At last the flow of water has changed:...

PROTESTANT MEMORY
to keep myself from crying...

DOWNPOUR
the cats come in...

RELIGIOUS SCENE
on the wall of the steakhouse...

ON MY CARPET
he calls it his...

APPEAL
your honors...

SONG OF CONFESSION
my heart a poisoned well...

DRIVING
the black femur...

INTERSECTION
the corner of lost memory...

FIRST COLD DAY
in the back yard...

THEFT OF A LINE FROM SIMIC
dark night...

EXAMINATION
reading the heart's...

ABSURD
to say...

NEVER COMPLETE
bowing like a long-necked bird...

AS HE SHIFTS THEM
In the back pew of...

untitled
this poetry...

END OF THE EIGHTIES
the story takes...

12/31/91
outside in...

IN A CAR
we're in California...

MORNING INCIDENT
Getting up to let the cat in I felt myself growing weak,...

untitled
you wiped out...

4/3/92
a dream...

FAILING TO RECOGNIZE
even as it occurred...

ROCK PAINTING
the dance I did...

REFUSING TO UNDERSTAND
what comes from the dog's mouth...

NIGHTWORK
the secret government...

ODE TO THE FRIENDS OF POETRY
the friends of poetry...

LOCATION
rights and privileges...

SENSE OF AN ENDING
the last breath I...

HEAVEN AND HELL


Understand me: I was the boy
in the hidden parts of the barn, 
the holes and channels made by square bales
pressing against the odd angles of the roof,
the one who knew the abandoned corners 
of the corn cribs, the dust and cobwebs 
and broken floorboards--
it was me in the shed whose roof 
had fallen in, where the giant weeds
grew up into the rafters
and made a greenish underwater light.
I knew the sidewalk, that the slab
with the iron ring in its side 
was the lid to a lost cistern, 

and I thought I was supposed to figure out
Heaven and Hell etc.--
the hot sun, the cool earth,
parents' anger, the reason why
things happened backwards and out
of order. Over and over the dew
caught in the grass, and we
were caught in that house with
its basement corners of secrecy,
its closed attics of mystery,
places in the rafters
or by the foundation walls
where I hid alone and had
shadows and daydreams for company.


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