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...

BLACKSNAKES


They get to be four, five, six feet long quite commonly. No poison
in them, but they crush their prey to death in a whole-body embrace.
Like all snakes, they feel subtle vibrations and know we're coming,
and that by our step we must be large. They will freeze laying out
in a straight line with a slight wiggle in it. The wiggle, along
with the faint pattern they carry on their backs, makes them look
like a stick, more or less exactly. If you come too close nonethe-
less, they can shake their tails in the dead leaves to sound like a
rattlesnake. If you are startled but not fooled, they will flee. I
have seen one of them climb a tree, essing up the rough bark, like a
branch returning to the place from which it fell. A sight like the
Old Fellow in Paradise, up a tree because a person was near. Not
to entice humankind, but to escape it.