Wednesday, November 30, 2005 the morning...

I woke up
which truly

I took a practice
coffee, but it spilled.

I made a faux egg, but it lied.

I drove the truck route
which was flooded.

I woke up
which truly

Tuesday, November 29, 2005

...transfer of power...

a $7,200 Toilet

Duke don't duck the shit
in fact he sits in it
and does his Duke-Stirs

Sunday, November 27, 2005

...the ongoing state of the poem....

Selenium Cell

Coiled, for your eyes to see immediately
The glow of the garbage trucks
The immutable metal grind
The stereoed crash of the canister being set down.

In your eyes, this is the event:

Morning’s sounds and the ocular recognition

Blue Birds and blue birds.

Like a calico, sejant-erect, waiting for it to swoop low.
Like a basket’s wicker untaught, thrum’s trap.
Like a cataclysm, but a minor one.

You’ll see. That’s why we have the pictures.