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PERIODIC ZONE: LOG (1999)
day one:
I went around the earth: looked into the trench
how the bodies twitched blood from their necks laughing I was surprised no one told me
to go away I walked into a tunnel where mushroom
carpets were set up: a man took my shoulders: began to kiss me his hand felt very nervous down
inside there: so uncomfortable lying beside
the ghost: they just found Bubble's body: long neck and red feet a plunge through her tresses:
her heart for a press:
Herf began to hear the motorboat
day two:
Tina worked out a system for way depression
not shock therapy: what mother called fur time: yes said JoJo a bar in her mouth at the same place
as her watch talked Twice Thrilled to the Time
Assortment Machine: as a child drinking snow from a skull cap: this became a change in person
without starting over (without beginning again)
day three:
it is a simple matter getting photos after a bombing:
I'm not her chest I feel: a mouth some broken desks some kangaroo rugs 2 radiators a telephone a canard (quacking):
when I awoke I had newsprint on my eyes:
I used to have a bank but now
day four:
our eyes like our teeth and hair know: pouring out good meat
drippings: Tina left her thumb a nibbling: sun-dogs moon-haloes the earth's twin sister: conifers place flakes
and stick: half-opened Mr. Clock explained it: a swallow day:
a bite of you allows: the acknowledgment that you will be intoxicated: gasoline from the ceiling and the only
X-rated theater in town: melting automatically:
the big-boy horn (blowing)
day five:
reaching for the half-alive: small and pink
some pins for its movements: calculate the pox I ate all the Melba: they are killing the bugs: Tina explained
a distant choking: all of the reds: to find it under the bedclothes: the older the cabbage eats me so
you depress me sir really there are no more tacos
day six:
the square on fire and with it the little hand:
The Hulk wouldn't have any idea about it: she stroked the melon with its tiny stalk: green rinds and a little
puckered brown: seeds bothered by questions a vein of yellow clung to: the sound a flame makes
born burning clapping itself out
day seven:
the room smells wet: reaching for a box: the throats
ask for the afternoon off: rubbery softness hangs around: amputee games are children-people
our oldest profession: that little love nest on the side of the cup all I can do: soapy quim just like that
the ghost stops and asks please please come on time
day eight:
for instance standing on her head: and I am
the exact opposite of toes: fresh garden peas myself in my room mother would often: my sea was
the best cure for licking them: lady friends on the top
of a left shoe those fume hoods: thoughts for the better used to fall out: a boxed penguin:
hurt by the flash: a steady rope of pee
day nine:
now the city is the same after the bombing: afraid of hot sauce red tang: we met in the plum grove: there was a lean-to
ning-ning!
when I was growing up: the magnet the heart her face had suffered: she still hadn't entirely lost
her billow: hardly a word is the condition
day ten:
if you could understand me up with the gravy:
come on kids activate the saw: we can put trust into the oddballs: the adromedes of november 1861:
equations do not explode a black nylon shortie outfit
on the curb: eleven envelopes from its tail: coltish legs and a life the lucky coming clerk puts the keys back: seen
from planets with no air: curls uniform my skin:
though the shadows go though the shadows go
day eleven:
I don't really exist: by bay inches the sandy stretches
you touch with abundance: maybe I should mention it
BIG CAKES
a second incomplete person: fishing clubs and the bustier: a super-control which holds
all the guns: think of baby: Anthony was a gurgle came home after down the throat for eight days: boiling
rice on the television: the mad general pushed them above his head: a burning nose
day twelve:
outside the window: the young lady habit
setting down a painting: her bare foot over the blue: arms around my neck I grip the fragile straps
of her she holds onto my green lapels and now it's my pant's leg: a pencil with a tongue
a little white blood: then nothing when this
and everyone is electricity and what's coming you couldn't manage it: the brush starts
and stops then starts a whisking whisking
day thirteen:
small Tina scooping up jam with her shoulders added on the top of her arms: know my mother
don't catch her with her eyes eating when I am
not asleep there is going to be a problem a smile makes them up deep-fried:
mother liked 'em you understand
day fourteen:
what the finger did: sopping up with a nurse's cap:
responsible for the murderers: my radium clock my hidden sob: thoughts for the gorge: removed for experimentation
yams barley wheat millet: the Second Son told her what a dog's brain has: sleep is foreclosed kissing a bowl: the hard
hard head of king kong: the chemistry of carbon is
day fifteen:
gym hours doing star-jumps: problem sex:
a piece off: pounds would do you was better for me into space I've eaten the last fork: it has a discount
door: sometimes it would: powder skin
day sixteen:
tied into the picture: we have the guy the thing
was said we have the guy the thing but here on the wanted sheet we have the guy and through
the poison I learned all this too late we have:
the things cannot: my last finger pointing out a wave
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