ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS

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12/20/89
Armor and...

PERSONAL APPEARANCE BY THE AUTHOR
I didn't shave or comb my hair this morning. The long coat...

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aching a little...

DAYS BEFORE
the killer's mother is coming...

NIGHT CREATURES
under the devious arch of the night...

AUTOBIOGRAPHY
first I died...

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When I lift my hands do not pull back,...

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Here you are beside me...

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you were leaping from roof to roof...

CONVERSATIONS
arguing about suicide...

I SAW
things...

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putting the beach out...

WRITING ON A MIRROR
my pen is red it sinks into my hand...

PEARL STREET
I love him singing...

I TRY BUT
you won't leave me alone...

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the better I did...

LAMENT
Is now the time to praise...

I COULD FALL OVER
Always losing patience with...

11 ARGUMENTS
I insist on the rightness of my thoughts....

POEM ENDING WITH MY NAME
I watch TV....

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spring loosens up her veins...

AN AFTERNOON
A girl and a boy were walking through a forest of apple...

THE NEW REPUBLIC
a conspiracy against time...

BELIEVING IN A HIDDEN ENEMY
I went up the stairs in the dark....

THOUGHT
Who's behind...

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I will marry my blear eye to a blind eye...

I SUBMIT TO THE DOCTORS
with starved breath...

SUGGESTION
Let the poets die...

WALK WITH FLOWERS
chamomile with their secret of sleep...

FIVE SEASONS
King Curtis blows his...

SKETCH
In the dark the boy...

ON THE OTHER HAND
now that I'm dying...

ON ONE HAND
the mark a cat's claw...

ANOTHER OCTOBER: McCORMICK'S CREEK
upstream stone blocks back the water up...

COMING CLEAN (WITHOUT LOVE)
Cows bellering on their feet....

WAITING FOR THE EARTHQUAKE
the dead who can...

ME AND MY BIRD
The water is round...

SENTENCE
A restaurant where you are left alone...

MYTH
Everyone is shouting...

RETURNING THANKS AFTER EATING
I know I'm out...

SEQUENCE OF DESIRE
wanting to stop smoking...

HOME JOURNAL
I forget...

HERE BEGINS THE POEM OF MY LEFT HAND
My left hand is a child...

HE SAID
everything mastered him...

BRIGHT METAL FRAIL REED
my breath loves to narrow itself...

DEVOTION
the moan bird is soaring...

NOCTURNE
I am waiting...

SCHOOL
I love him in his smelly pants...

1/14/91
Starting the blood...

REPORT
when I say...

TWO SENTENCES
And as for the rest of it: no, I don't believe we should ever...

CHARACTERISTICS OF A DOOR
with a thumbtack for an eye...

DESTINATION
after it is long since dark...

NEW BREATH IN ME
you are clouds...

THE UNLOVED BELOVED
"The Unloved Beloved" is written by the crazy son of the man...

AGAINST REPRISALS
a well cut jacket of despair...

7/29/12

this summer is tougher than its trees
its excesses sadden the fields daily
towards sundown the doves count
in their own language all that's been lost

facing such heat each breath
like a ragged mouse slips in and out
hoping not to be noticed

when the nights start to get cool enough
to open windows and the mornings
scent out the next season coming
I spend afternoons in a daydream 

time doesn't pass it can't move even a finger
of course nothing gets done
and so my presence counts for nothing
nothing could be sitting in my place
and the room be as it is