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Sunday, February 2

steel

before me, before you
before fire
black gold red blue prized
from the maw of a thousand impenetrable degrees
angles taking shots, red hot sparks
casks arcing
icing on the cake as it where
rivers taking lanes, ravines, bridges, gaskets and furnaces sure
of something the same, a bus ride we have taken there
the same six times

Saturday, February 1

4:04 PM EST

The clock is wrong now,
its read as 4:05 PM EST

and in Greenwich, they are lamenting the standard deviation

green is the steeple

a chaste image, blurred with a ways
way over there a crane is trussed
copper rust pervades the frame so
the cross is the same from every angle and handle

kinetic as a train, light as a snow

the pigions eye viewe
we have here
tells us a think or two
theres nothing to fear

the branches stir
and the stairs satire
but the tracks go straight
to infinity and fire

a morning of light
warms the still sky
and lessons are learned
whilst the engines rumble by

feb1

the cold cold
leaves creases in the sounds
measured paces
grinding crystal edges

we watch hockey at night
in canada
because the beach is iced in
because the bridges are falling
because the wind blows freezing
in your face all the time
in montreal

Thursday, January 16

minus one

plus some rhime
frizzle clinks and chimes
icicles hanging time its fine
drip by drip in a line

New Brunswick for ever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11111

There once was a new brunswick
that seemed incredibly thick
for hours and hours
of driving past flowers
but it was just that moose with a dick

its always new brunswick

there once was a moose with a dick
whos name it was new brunswick
he drove many mile
and all of the while
it was just still just the same old brunswick

Never Not New Brunswik

There once was a moose with a tick
who lived in central new brunswik
said the moose it does itch
and where, I asked, which?
to which he twitched, swishing his dick

january jaguar

twenty pounds of salt
lifted off the street
dropped in a shovel
virtual heat for the iceberg
that keeps bringing me down at the bottom
of the stairs and now
I hear you melt faster than I can eat rice crispies
crackle snap trickle puddle
green melt gurgles down the gutter