ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS

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untitled
some words last longer...


THEORETICAL
just read the words...


AN ACCOUNT
it wasn't as if any...


THE NIGHT OF THE BIG STORM
the neighbor boy with candles...


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day that hesitates...


9/4/94
morning the flowers...


LUCK
of birds to have wings...


MEMORY
noon the infinite...


9/1/94
eulogy strains those heads...


HOW TO
ceremonies must be long...


A MAN OF WAR
rises through the air...


TALE
midnight pours out his heart...


TITLE NO TITLE
if your hand...


I'LL TRY AGAIN
it chases me...


24 HOURS
night as a cistern...


NOTICING
how to be literal as a last gasp...


LOOKOUT
looking out from a window in the treetops...


RETURN
in someone's house or in a barn...


MY WALK
being secret and smart...


ONGOING
that rush rush...


MONEY WORRIES
dreaming of an owl...


MABLE MCKIBBEN RENSBERGER
grandmother of underground places...


untitled
memory bled...


PAGE TORN FROM THE BOOK OF MEMORY
where it is flat the wind...


APOSTROHE
moon bone bright I...


untitled
for luck a fire...


EXAMPLES
slipped on the carpet at the turn of the stairs...


GIVE ME JUST A MINUTE
The room blurs. I can't think....


TELLING ABOUT
argument with my shadow...


DOCTORS MISUNDERSTAND
blue circles approaching my eyes...


HERE'S AN IDEA
what about...


COLDER WIND
everything is...


BEING TOLD GOODBYE
I am in the limited area...


MY LETTERS
continuator of hieroglyphs...


HELP ME
this poetry has grown too heavy...


RETURN THE FAVOR
doc buzzard in your cart...


SURVEYOR'S DREAM
to keep all the directions...


SEEN FROM A DISTANCE
the poems he has forgotten...


TRAVEL
atlas of devastation...


WE SING
day...


AS I SLEEP
I am blind stumbling...


PRACTICE WITH MY EYES
a hero of waiting...


WORDS I CANNOT UNDERSTAND
bad traffic on the way to...


CHANGE IN THE WEATHER
the wailing stops...


WHAT WILL I WRITE ON THE LAST PAGE
blank paper stares at me...

NIGHT CREATURES


under the devious arch of the night
the MBA students are walking at the marshy edges of the
     lake with books in their hands
fat books books of promise and regret
long listings of fevers found money bruises good tests
     evil tests insults complaints answered money with
     no work hair growing where you don't want it
the students are weary of their studies
they look out over the dark mirror of the lake
and long for some reflection of their lives and labor
they listen to the little frogs crying for love
they stand in the mud of the shore and think of the
     earth extending herself
under the lake bearing the heavy burden of water without
     difficulty
wearing the lake like a hat
they adjust their ties and try to think the thoughts
     the earth would have under her hat of water

they no longer burn with wanting and planning and waiting
they are not blown here and there by the greater power
     of older men
the books fall from their hands and they feel this is it
the moment has come to abandon their fixed desires
to desire everything all at once
their haunches grow heavy they squat in the mud
this is the night of their true getting and spending
and the arch of the night no longer seems devious
it is an invitation to love and they fall on one another
in a tangle of cries of discovery