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...

SIDE WALK


Between the streetlamps there are regions of dark.  You can't
see anything, your vision melts away to nothing.  I want to
help--I always want to help--and in the murk I get to be cau-
tious.  Caution is one of my strongest traits, I'm very good
at it, and here it is helpful.  "Curb coming," I say, or
"step up," or "the sidewalk is a little rough here."  I take
your elbow, I walk so close to you that our thighs brush and
we have to establish a mutual rhythm. My caution now spreads
out like the light from the streetlamps, and I worry what we
look like.  I am in a car on the street and I see two men
walking in an embrace. Do I turn my head not to see, do I
point the car at them, do I become excited?  I am almost en-
tirely caution now, and I have spread myself up and down the
street.  I am in all the houses, peeking out the windows
scandalized in each of my secretive living rooms.  I hold my
breath, dangerous to myself.  I want to help.  I want to help.