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Monday, August 21st, 2017

 

If you take the
bread with you leave me
the grapes a rich
source of some
thing good for you
I assume

Sunday, August 20th, 2017

 

Today I must clean the
kitchen for surely there
are forms of life in
cupboards there an
undiscovered country

Saturday, August 19th, 2017

 

There’s only 68 days left until –
oh, what is it? I’m sure it’s something quite
important

Friday, August 18th, 2017

 

I shall write a poem: Ode to the Air of Righteousness. I intend to begin soon, and have asked my gaolers for pen, paper, and a good supply of ink. My optimism knows no bounds.

Thursday, August 17th, 2017

 

from THE ART OF TRANSLATION

Under the protracted deluge of rain the woods and fields are to a desolate destitute abraded
Even cooking becomes difficult and cunctated

Wednesday, August 16th, 2017

 

from THE ART OF TRANSLATION

On the jade steps white dews grow
Deep in the chilly night into one’s socks they impale

Tuesday, August 15th, 2017

 

And how as I [          ] by houses and look into lighted windows there’s really [          ] to see that’s [          ] for I am easily bored and if you’ve [           ] one family sprawled in front of the television looking at their cellphones you’ve [           ].

Monday, August 14th, 2017

 

I am pretty sure if I fell in love with a boy now
It would be the absolutely wrong boy
And if I fell in love with a girl
It would almost certainly be the wrong girl

Sunday, August 13th, 2017

 

from THE ART OF TRANSLATION

This is the insouciance I always aspire amidst the serene tranquil,
In my present capacity this is not always available,
There are devoirs I’ve to uphold

Saturday, August 12th, 2017

 

from THE ART OF TRANSLATION

Watch the meadow turn viridescent in the mizzles,
Listening to wheresoever the spring turtledoves coo