ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS

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SPECULATION
the possession of life...


TO COUNT FOR WHAT
eyes scrape the borderland of no...


WHERE I AM/HAVE BEEN
our decisions are so small...


VIEW OF EARTH FROM MY HOUSE
stars out a light breeze...


MY FIRST LANGUAGE
alive in this time...


10/20/97
steadily consuming the purple-sweetness...


POSTCARD
I write to you from...


HERE
the beast and the waves...


LYRIC
moving through the dark...


APPLICATION
please send more poems...


IN THE DARK
friends the dark as much as you...


FOOTNOTE TO IN THE DARK
those who disappeared while still alive...


NOVEMBER
cold weather settles me...


WITHOUT CLOTHES
the right temperature for singing...


TO THE ASIAN MARKETS
we can be proud of our success...


3/1/98
the sunday walk a path...


REFUSAL TO MAKE MUSIC
I have lost my ears the silence is so large in them...


WEDNESDAY MORNING
with the sudden cold...


MY WINDOW
wonderful day...


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sun flees we pursue...


MY WISHES
steady hand...


ON HIS WORK
bright from the roots...


THE LAST TIME I WAS AT YOUR HOUSE
while I snorted and rolled over...


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sun's careful stroking breaks the frost...


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there were some the wind dried some...


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sun slant the wind dies moist...


FOLLOWING
the laws of migration over the ground...


HOW IT HAS BEEN
half dark or near dark...


THE TASK
There is a god or goddess for first ...


THINGS THAT ARE AND ARE NOT POEMS
things that kill us...


FRAGMENT
Doesn't. And complies again, removes the robe, there is the soft...


DREAMED OF MY EX-WIFE
We were selling a house back to the couple we had bought it from....


GRUMBLE
no other life has been given me...


11/1/98
the world sleeps...


THEFT OF A LINE FROM LALIC
a weight of fire brought home...


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in another dream a pickled man...


AFTER HOURS
red flare west through the trees...


WHERE I STAND WITH HIM
a gift of storms bursts open...


DANCE OF LOVE
I couldn't touch the dancers' radiance...


DECEIVED MYSELF THINKING
of a poetry only...

Listen!


THE ARGUMENT

A burning house invites the comet in for a meal. The conver-
sation turns ugly and the comet leaves. The house remains be-
hind to see how much of it can burn and it still remains be-
hind. There is a figure creeping near the house, and every
so often you can see him look in his hand. He is comparing a
photo of the house burning with the house burning. His wife
waits in the car. Her friend in the second grade had long red
hair and her name was . . . If only she could remember! She
would start the car and drive home, her husband would be left
standing there stupidly, everything would end satisfactorily.
But she will not go until she remembers. The house is very
bright now, its flames are waving at the comet, best to let
bygones be, no sense holding grudges, especially as the comet
is getting ready to leave the solar system. The comet packs
its bags with rice and stolen watches, moody. Yes, the house
can have its way. No sense stirring up trouble. But it could
have worked out differently. Oh well, the comet sighs, I will
be back again in some decades, and the house won't even be a
patch of black ground by then. Its soot will be forgotten,
eyes the smoke made water will have long been dust, but I'll
still have my ice and my long hair and my legend.