ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS

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SPECULATION
the possession of life...

TO COUNT FOR WHAT
eyes scrape the borderland of no...

WHERE I AM/HAVE BEEN
our decisions are so small...

VIEW OF EARTH FROM MY HOUSE
stars out a light breeze...

MY FIRST LANGUAGE
alive in this time...

10/20/97
steadily consuming the purple-sweetness...

POSTCARD
I write to you from...

HERE
the beast and the waves...

LYRIC
moving through the dark...

APPLICATION
please send more poems...

IN THE DARK
friends the dark as much as you...

FOOTNOTE TO IN THE DARK
those who disappeared while still alive...

NOVEMBER
cold weather settles me...

WITHOUT CLOTHES
the right temperature for singing...

TO THE ASIAN MARKETS
we can be proud of our success...

3/1/98
the sunday walk a path...

REFUSAL TO MAKE MUSIC
I have lost my ears the silence is so large in them...

WEDNESDAY MORNING
with the sudden cold...

MY WINDOW
wonderful day...

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sun flees we pursue...

MY WISHES
steady hand...

ON HIS WORK
bright from the roots...

THE LAST TIME I WAS AT YOUR HOUSE
while I snorted and rolled over...

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sun's careful stroking breaks the frost...

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there were some the wind dried some...

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sun slant the wind dies moist...

FOLLOWING
the laws of migration over the ground...

HOW IT HAS BEEN
half dark or near dark...

THE TASK
There is a god or goddess for first ...

THINGS THAT ARE AND ARE NOT POEMS
things that kill us...

FRAGMENT
Doesn't. And complies again, removes the robe, there is the soft...

DREAMED OF MY EX-WIFE
We were selling a house back to the couple we had bought it from....

GRUMBLE
no other life has been given me...

11/1/98
the world sleeps...

THEFT OF A LINE FROM LALIC
a weight of fire brought home...

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in another dream a pickled man...

AFTER HOURS
red flare west through the trees...

WHERE I STAND WITH HIM
a gift of storms bursts open...

DANCE OF LOVE
I couldn't touch the dancers' radiance...

DECEIVED MYSELF THINKING
of a poetry only...



FOLLOWING


the laws of migration over the ground
through the air migration across generations
migration of angels and souls

no change of heart or looming mountain
no lie or sea's expanse deters

from place to place the lines vary and correct themselves
the day's journey is written out in its own language

beehive in cancer serpent holder
the goat and its slaughterer
the learned archer

in the dark the stars are calling out
names of their own migration

the foot pauses the eye is sharp we listen closely
and continuously translate from start to resting place


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