ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS

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BE DIGITAL
and believe what falls between your fingers...


DAYLIGHT FARM SUPPLY
wet lawns along the river...


ASKING FOR HELP
the one I want...


BYE BYE
to be commanded to sit down...


HEAVEN AND HELL
Understand me: I was the boy...


MY FACE IN THE MIRROR
what have you done...


MESSAGE
there is a line...


ALERT
televangelists and...


ANNOUNCEMENT
the modern boat is sinking!...


NO MISTAKES
understand me: I am the musician...


FINDING
my eyes if I should lose them...


LOVE POEM
sh! the poet is sleeping...


AFTER
the crowd without its beggar...


AGAINST IMMORTALITY
I don't want to live forever...


ADJUST
At last the flow of water has changed:...


PROTESTANT MEMORY
to keep myself from crying...


DOWNPOUR
the cats come in...


RELIGIOUS SCENE
on the wall of the steakhouse...


ON MY CARPET
he calls it his...


APPEAL
your honors...


SONG OF CONFESSION
my heart a poisoned well...


DRIVING
the black femur...


INTERSECTION
the corner of lost memory...


FIRST COLD DAY
in the back yard...


THEFT OF A LINE FROM SIMIC
dark night...


EXAMINATION
reading the heart's...


ABSURD
to say...


NEVER COMPLETE
bowing like a long-necked bird...


AS HE SHIFTS THEM
In the back pew of...


untitled
this poetry...


END OF THE EIGHTIES
the story takes...


12/31/91
outside in...


IN A CAR
we're in California...


MORNING INCIDENT
Getting up to let the cat in I felt myself growing weak,...


untitled
you wiped out...


4/3/92
a dream...


FAILING TO RECOGNIZE
even as it occurred...


ROCK PAINTING
the dance I did...


REFUSING TO UNDERSTAND
what comes from the dog's mouth...


NIGHTWORK
the secret government...


ODE TO THE FRIENDS OF POETRY
the friends of poetry...


LOCATION
rights and privileges...


SENSE OF AN ENDING
the last breath I...

THE DROUGHT


if the drought means anything we haven't been told
as a matter of course it seizes our eyes for the water they carry
unrecognized by all but a few its mother has set out looking for it
she takes no food and rests only when exhausted
the footprints are everywhere the trail is confused
when she asks she is mocked or given useless sympathy
useless because it contains no information other than itself
if she hums as she searches her feet tire less quickly
and the marks on her face stay hidden from those she mistrusts
when they come out the marks reveal a buried electricity
of which we must be aware and shun as a danger
the long search has made her ruthless and severe
her face is printed in every newspaper as one of the ten least-wanted
she believes that somewhere past the dead corn and weak flowers
her child has fallen in with dry companions and forgotten his home
if only someone would remind him with a few shreds of wallpaper
or the smell of the furniture he would be called to his senses
and leave his wandering that only brings sorrow and a few souvenirs
too delicate for the rough life of no shelving or strongboxes