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Wednesday, November 30

nonsense10

there was an old man from Magog
who was indebt to the neighborhood frog
he pawned off his house and the teeth from his mouth
but died hungry and cold in frog's bog

everyday

dawn is over rated
the sun rises
just as tomatos ripen
no surprises
simple skies
black to red to blue low to high

Friday, November 25

down and back

hidden ducks I know not
hard seats squealing on breaks
golden bills turn on dives
deep cycles sub hertz climbs
knees connect thighs
wind in the willows heights
the lake green with light

Wednesday, November 23

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black lentil
black pot
wood spoon
stir food
paprika moon
parenthetical racoon

wet leafs stack effortlessly
on  and the cold ground glows
beneath halogen lamps
spilling stinking light
onto the hungry life

Tuesday, November 22

x' x'' x'''

a new surface
as conducive to two circuits
a path to the ground leads
signals across
talk of the sparks
significant of where are
the moving parts

Monday, November 21

said swamp to beaver

build me a dam
build it high
but bide your time
beaver bless your hide
believe you are my child

Sunday, November 20

kitchen ruminations

crumbs splotches of
dumb butter
spots scorned on cloth
ivory pipes blood
doth not clot
looks alot aloft
skys absolute and draught
drowned gasps plaster
casts lead sinks
molten barriers brain drinks
into sops sips

Saturday, November 19

lakes

boats drawn up river
shallow water goes
salmon switch and float
intracibles gone out
flammable eyes soft
in death in corruptible
languid jaws catch sand
rocks instead of liquid parks
horizontal replicas jets
torpid in places previous turbid
lightness variance burdened
inside perpetual scales
side by side words to live by

up stream is down stream
             of some one

Thursday, November 17

lakeside

steel pedals feel wheels
annealed vessels careen lean
into turns into hills
stop and gather
lake terminus swells

Wednesday, November 9

have you ever

later
in america all you
made wine water
at the kitchen sink
leutenant crayfish drinks
the drops dripped
mops wrung dry
the spigot sputters
the drain glubbers
a geisha pained fine
in a bicentenial chair
rocks and coughs lava froth
cigarettes burn spots in
ashes theirselfs
earth mercury salts solid
til rain parts
the ocean leaps to meet
what was said nought
turns into ought