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...

DREAMED OF MY EX-WIFE


We were selling a house back to the couple we had bought it from.
In my dream also we had not seen each other for years. We had
taken good care of the house but made few improvements during
our time in it. The other couple started to approach the subject
of money, cautious, not wanting to be taken advantage of.

I spoke for us (familiar). There were things I didn't want to
discuss, mostly about the oddity of our arrangement, how we were
not really together, but only trying to see how it worked out
now, after many years. I made the excuse to myself that she also
wished this to be our secret.

She still looked to be barely out of her teens, more beautiful
now that she was not troubled. She had been told she would not
need anti-psychotic drugs if she had daily psychiatric sessions.
I wanted to help her. I thought of several people whose names
I could give her. Once again, it seemed that my good behavior
and knowledge could save everything. I didn't question my inten-
tions.

In my next dream my old friend Joe and I were riding together
in a badly-driven car towards St. Louis. I tried to explain it
all to him while bracing myself for a crash. When I woke it was
the last edge of summer. The wild plants have set hard nutritious
kernals, and the birds stay away from the seed I put out daily.
Food is plentiful and the hard weather has not come.


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