ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS

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the first page is spoiled...

WHAT FUN IS THIS
the best-tied shoes and most...

POEM BEGINNING WITH MY NAME
Eric...

SELF PORTRAIT
I am not a poet...

THE MOON'S WHITE BODY
it costs everything...

STOP DON'T DO IT
I am caught on the scaffold...

THEY SAID
I address my prayers to...

STOOD TO SPEAK IN CONFUSION
the eye dividing itself in thirds...

ALL THE NURSING IN THE WORLD
fellow citizens I speak to you of health...

YOUTH OF AMERICA
sex now is not the sex it was...

untitled
I never tell you the truth...

REM
Due to neglect of the most important parts of sleep, all the...

WAKING
their eyes all...

CURIOSITY
the president of the future...

THEN
your rain falls...

EXAMINATION
Called to death's home town to account...

WHAT TO DO
make maps...

HOUSEHOLD
my human soul...

ONE SHELF OF MANY
a book about murdering...

ON THE EIGHTH DAY
God made puddles...

WHAT HE BUILT AND HOW IT WORKED
on a flat surface tilted towards...

REQUEST
I want a stone above me...

APRIL
the horizon is only the horizon...

I AM
whose shadow am I...

untitled
in the cave of my eye...

untitled
a difference...

untitled
it's not possible...

HEEDING
press my wrist to my ear...

THEFT OF LINES FROM ELIADE, ANGLETON, STOKER, AND ROTHENBERG
Mother of Sleep...

WHAT DID I NOTICE ABOUT TODAY
leaves mostly down...

GIFT
here is a stone...

IN INDIANA
dogwood holds out its hands palms upward...

HERE WE ARE
the nuthatches land on my porch...

MAIN THEMES
consciousness of loss...

LOVELINESS OF DISTANCE
some nights...

GOD MY WITNESS
open hearted...

SIGH
once gone...

untitled
so many things...

THE USUAL
a phone call rouses me...

CHECK UP
the noble doctors...

YESTERDAY
one comes to my door...

DIAGNOSIS
needs will need and again will need...

WORKING ON
my biography...

MISTAKEN
have come to understand...

HERE/NOT HERE
a bit of ice on things...

untitled
strip of gold colored ribbon...

BUSY
making my dust...

PROPOSITIONS
white hours...

NIGHT, THAT MAKES US SEE
what enters as a blow on the shoulders...

LIFE WITHOUT IDOLS
like any protestant...

THANK YOU NOTE
the heavy clouds...

I WRITE
to tell you how...

NOTHING WASTED
Trial and disillusionment, the stone's...

THROUGH THIS BEFORE
shoulders bent...

POINT OF VIEW
wind world...

untitled
my pulse in...

TRANSLATION
the eye that...

OCCUPIED
all night erasing...

THE RECOGNITION
bird that unspeaks itself...

REMEMBER WRITERS AND READERS
toward the last...

YOUTH OF AMERICA


sex now is not the sex it was
in my time sex was held like a day-late event
some of the people who might not have been there
were able to attend
others who wanted to come couldn't

there was a shore
with only a slim strip of sand
a wider belt of green leading up to a stone platform
where the cows were tethered

the clothes we wore didn't flatter us
and what we said was frankly stupid

sex was a boat tied up at the dock of sanity
there was a picnic lunch in it
but the picnic had been cancelled days before
and the lunch was no good

sex had an old dog
I remember this clearly
an old dog who could pick up pennies with his teeth
we liked that part especially
tossing pennies in front of that old dog

the sex of other people
was different but complementary
like two halves of a zipper we always said

in those days we always had sex
instead of a haircut because the barber was lovely

there we were in front of the TV
this was early TV mind you
and sex walked into the room sat down at the piano
and began banging out some damn boogie woogie thing
we had to ask it to shut up
the TV was on

where was I
oh yes youth of America
you don't know real sex
sex as it was before you were born
er maybe as it was that caused you to be born
anyway sex was sex was sex was sex was
sex

so if you think you don't have to be grateful
to me or anybody like me
just remember gas was cheap then
we went for a drive
wound up stopping someplace for a hamburger
so I forgot all about you
am I not allowed to forget