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Thursday, January 31st, 2013

 

Look: I’m hanging out with shapeless fiends

It’s a gift unasked for

Wednesday, January 30th, 2013

 

ENDINGS

 

and fell into the well.

until they all decided enough had been enough.

asleep, never to wake.

no hesitation in declining the invitation.

and tumbled to the floor, where it remains to this day.

Tuesday, January 29th, 2013

 

Please, can we go back to the olden days?

(We’re experts in nothing.)

Monday, January 28th, 2013

 

My design was, if possible, to discover some small island uninhabited, yet sufficient, by my labour, to furnish me with the necessaries of life, which I would have thought a greater happiness, than to be first minister in the politest court of Europe; so horrible was the idea I conceived of returning to live in the society, and under the government of Yahoos. For in such a solitude as I desired, I could at least enjoy my own thoughts, and reflect with delight on the virtues of those inimitable Houyhnhnms, without an opportunity of degenerating into the vices and corruptions of my own species.

 

 

 

Jonathan Swift, from Gulliver’s Travels (1726)

Sunday, January 27th, 2013

 

PLANNED POEMS #13

MY HEART, MY HEART, MY HEART, MY HEART etc.

Saturday, January 26th, 2013

 

Q. What scares you?

A. Everything.

Friday, January 25th, 2013

 

Clarity smudged.

Thursday, January 24th, 2013

 

We have to climb the stairs if we want to reach the numbness of clouds. Avoid all costs at the end of the rows.

Wednesday, January 23rd, 2013

 

like dew

like lion’s eggs

like a passing train

like chairs

like mathematics

like golden water falling

like drizzle

like spoiled paper

like a toy

like the grasping trees

like lost hair

like wilderness

like a barrier of ice

like a fragile skin

like pillows

Tuesday, January 22nd, 2013

 

Immediacy? It can wait. Oh, and that thing I needed to say to you: it can wait too. Don’t Tweet this. It was written before we became annoying and inconsequential.

Write me a letter from the ends of the earth.