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November 30, 2016
what do you check yours with?

10:51 PM
To Gregory Khmelnitsky

with a dipstick
with a wave of the hand
slowly or cautiously ambling

with no preparation
with no carefully collected thoughts
slowly introducing distortion
until the image breaks

are you gambling with signs?
are you improving your moan?
with a brown noise test tone

without luck out with pain
stuck in the carfool lane
who made you this way?
what mad you to speak?

are you hi? are thee my?
mine are whom. hear is when.
copy stick put by bag

turn the knife town to go
write two kernels no think
cook the chicken then choke it
you can can't drink to take

but a water horse wrist
with a make you him watch
yaw ice closet

found poem VII

6:48 PM
To Rod Moody-Corbett

"Good morning," he said to no one in particular.

"Come on, get it started," she said to no one in particular.

"I don't know what else to do," he said to no one in particular.

"The holiday PR pitches come earlier every year, huh," she said to no one in particular.

"They are always working. Don't they ever rest and go to bed?" he said to no one in particular.

"Ah wasted my six dollars today," she said to no one in particular.

"What an audience," he said to no one in particular.

"The world is changing blood," she said to no one in particular.

"We-ell," he said to no one in particular.

"I can't find you," she said to no one in particular.

"I seem to remember that I once had much more authority than I seem to have these days," he said to no one in particular.

"I'm sorry I'm late," she said to no one in particular.

"I went for a ride today," he said to no one in particular.

"Damn it," she said to no one in particular.

"They don't taste the same in cans, as they do from the bottle, but it beats water any day," he said to no one in particular.

"The funeral notices are up," she said to no one in particular.

"Startin' to rain," he said to no one in particular.

"Well, that's all right then," she said to no one in particular.

"Any chance I can get a seat?" he said to no one in particular.

"I'm going to bed," she said to no one in particular.

"Come on," he said to no one in particular.

"I might be getting a horse of my own," she said to no one in particular.

"Don't tell Becky," he said to no one in particular.

"Fish sticks for supper?" she said to no one in particular.

"Agh!" he said to no one in particular.

"Was it wrong for me to want this?" she said to no one in particular.

"What the hell is going on?" he said to no one in particular.

"Once, I was a little girl," she said to no one in particular.

"I could jump right out of this place," he said to no one in particular.

"Wait," she said to no one in particular.

November 23, 2016
ends and odds

10:31 PM

a solitary golden hair
grows from my beard

I pluck it out with orange
thin-nosed pliers


soon I shall be shorn
(a drought of you now fills me

as I wait  what is a seven
letter word for "creature


undergoing change
(or five  it's all the same

the straightedge of secernèd thought
what has no teeth  no nipples


and lays eggs  (best not to know

November 21, 2016
Двое шли спать

11:02 PM

This is my translation of "Two Went to Sleep" by Leonard Cohen (listen to him read the English version here).

Двое шли спать
чуть не каждую ночь
А снился грунт
Б — азиаты
визит цеппелину
визит Нижинскому
Двое шли спать
А снилось ребро
Б снился властитель
Двое шли спать
два спутника
Длинный марьяж
в темноте
Сон старцем был
и спутники стары
А снился апельсин
Б — финикийцы
Дру́ги и спят
годами в паре
Спи дорогая
как сны нам помахали
А ходил просто
Б через воду
визиты в шатранг и
визиты в будку
век возвращаться
день переждав там
А носил спички
Б залез в улей
А продал наушник
Б убил немца
Двое шли спать
каждый сон пошёл вместе
кру́гом блуждая
от той операционной
А — о траве
Б снились спицы
А спорил красиво
Б — снеговик он
А счёл колёса
Б вкусил рашкуль
А был ребёнок
Б был предатель
визит тяжкому промыслу
визит в дом семействия
Двое шли спать
никто не знал
А шёл с лукошком
Б схватил гроссбух
А ночью счастлив
Б ночью в ужас
Страсть их не свяжет
Страх ещё меньше
они шли несвязно
не зная куда им
век возвращаться
день переждав там
лобзая уходят
зевая уходят
Смерть посещая
поколь надоест ей
Смерть посещая
поколь маска подходит.

November 18, 2016
the crucible of thought

9:51 PM

I'm wiping my face
with french words:

j'avais faim
depuis vingt ans



transparent insertions
into the eye

tell me that sprezzatura
really does equal reckleʃsneʃse


the car accident
gives me time to think

as the tree wraps its trunk
around my neck


as the acorn
scorns the hog

i dream that you and I
have a child


and it is a bird
and it is good

October 31, 2016
note to self

1:01 PM

the canary was returned
to the store

on the intake form
I wrote: "upsets the wife;
not predisposed towards lou reed


the electric muezzin
changes notes

the steam out of window
precipitates
the evagination of thought


the sign on the shop
($-ɑ-妈

makes the inside
match
the outside


game oven.
there will never be

a pair of jeans with a
crotch
reinforced enough


these are the things
i will miss of you
when I'm gone:

1. the heartrending innocence
with which you sometimes say
"panties  for my underwear

2. you  raising my long brown
hair  to blow on the back
of my neck  on a hot day

3. how (half asleep  you command
"turn around!  and hold on
for dear life


that day we walked
through the confused streets

speaking in tongues
and nothing but names
of swedish things

the great vowel shift of 1974

11:12 AM

why would a fish
twist
at the end of a saxophone?

the busboy dips his tie
in the carafe
as a way of answering


this is an italian resto
but they speak spanish
in the kitchen

this is mere gastric
flagrante delicto
(do eat the garnish


there is no candle
on the table  but the flame
in me  flickers

perambulate at a trot!
everything's new
(my complaints are not


1. noisy neighbours upstairs
2. the phone doesn't work
3. no bathrobe or slippers
. stiff muscles
. sweating
. nausea
. vomiting
. diarrhea
. loss of appetite
. feeling unsteady
. headache
. trouble concentrating
. memory problems
. weakness
. fainting
. sore throat
. swelling of the tongue
. burning in the eyes
. skin pain
. skin rash
. cold symptoms
. stuffy nose
. sneezing
. drowsiness
. dizziness
. nausea
. feeling nervous
. increased appetite
. weight changes
. insomnia
. paranoia
. dry mouth
. fear of death
. fear of change
. fear of the unknown


my lips are so numb
that water
               tumbles
                          out


the spider-hand travels
the frets  the keys
syncopate  like molasses


a catechism by jazz
one endless pizzicato
asks me questions: am I


overwatering my lawn? am I
overfeeding my fish? am I
oversalting my food? am I
overthinking this line?

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