Archive for October, 2007
Tuesday, October 30th, 2007
In the days of sun and the nights of moon,
When water was for swimming and drinking,
And shoes for walking indoors, your godmother
Told you that sleeping past midday, during sunset,
Will get you a headache when you wake.
You slept anyway and walked to the river in the dark.
You peel your face from ...
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Wednesday, October 24th, 2007
The warm trees are rainy with summer chill. I hold it
And pass it behind and down. Mel and Bijou watch me
And run ahead of them and stop to sniff. She
Turns to the white dress, the black hairs and whispers to her
And she turns with the sky and the trees to ...
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Tuesday, October 23rd, 2007
Wind. A wave of you through my clothed body.
You speak in syllables only. You don't budge to my curses.
You carry cold when it's cold, and heat when it's hot,
and rarely and pleasantly the opposite.
You are unnatural, attractive. To lean on you is a
bitter, welcome thing. You rise in pillars and ...
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Saturday, October 20th, 2007
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Friday, October 12th, 2007
Hiding in the spikes by the shore. It hovers up from the Atlantic's horizon. Behind, a city running. The bomb is a plane. Popular information in the waking world. Kneel to count your change, check the time, tuck your shirt. It has six colorful wings, large as sky scrapers. It ...
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Tuesday, October 9th, 2007
Yes it is.
Even if you are a russian.
Even if your son was killed.
Even if your wife was killed.
Even if you carry quarters in a film can.
Even if you wear a trench coat.
It is.
Even if his sister and his aunt knocked you out.
Even if you have 2% cancer in you liver.
Even ...
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Sunday, October 7th, 2007
There is a girl in the egg in my hand in my pocket on the street. There is a door in the building that I'm in and I'm in that door. The doctor says I've got just the little tools to break the little egg to save the little chick ...
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Sunday, October 7th, 2007
Written for the space vacuum test. The participant is left in space with enough oxygen and food for one year. There are no visible planets close by. The participant has no watch or other instrument to orient him or herself in time and space. There is no distress button, but ...
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