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...

A CYCLOPS EXPLAINS TO A STRANGER POLYPHEMUS' HOWLS


every so often one of us here goes crazy 
even though he has everything he wants
and has it for only a little easy work
walk outside in the morning and the flocks follow
sit in the shade all day and watch them fatten
then sundown a walk back home picking up sticks
as you go and once there brain a sheep
and split it roasted meat fat on your tongue
the flock safe in the pen looking on
a life so good I would live it many times over 
if allowed a life of no law no bread
and who would call for wine while the ewes' milk runs?

yes a life so good you almost can't stand it
so good that when the dark sorrow rises
within your breast at brightest fullest noon
or the depthless longing for something you can't name
seizes you like a fit you feel robbed
and wish to find the one who stole your peace
and call him out the violating thief 
you might as well shout that no man's done 
this to you blame him for everything you feel
howl at your friends and neighbors when they mock
and pathetically throw stones into the sea