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...

HE SITS DOWN


M the cripple feels his legs unhinge, and he has to sit
down. His existence, his very survival, is in flight,
but for the moment he must remain here. He sits as a
fugitive does, with a profounder quiet than other men, a
will to invisibility. M tries to desire his enforced
stillness, so that some slight anxiety does not betray
itself in gesture or posture. Against all instincts be-
longing to his situation, M the cripple nurtures a love
of motionlessness, and he attempts to acquire the mind
of an unwanted individual. He counts the number of
people wearing red, he notices the endless variety of
strides, he takes delight in observing those unconscious
of being observed. His attention to this mood, this way
of being, is occasionally broken by the thought of his
legs--Are they strong enough now? How can I not seem to
need help?--and by the realization that the people on the
street actually believe that they are not fugitives, that
they are free to do as they please, that no power opposes
them, that they have no need for caution or release from
fear, that they are only going to a destination that they
know and have chosen.