after death the living think of something to do. a way to go now but thinking
there is forward movement. a silence one seeks to escape so go to the movies
create a project to renovate the bathroom. walk with a friend subscribe to Net
flix. around the words in spaces within letters and before even speaking a [...]

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I am concerned in my own work with the sense that phenomena appear to unfold. (What is it or) how is it that the viewer sees the impression of history created, created by oneself though it’s occurring outside?
Multiple perspective (in these works), in which the viewer and speaker are ‘within’ (being its inside) the work, [...]

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what good is obscurity
slipping out from under
the nail. abstracted or
not. out of sight out
of mind. or changing mind
midstream to notice how
dark th dark is. or not fini-
shing a word because that
s how you say it. invisibility
“we” complain about is some
comfort i admit. as is being
known. one day light then
the next day, out– just
like that.

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rain morning

one can make things right
claims the dream and then
you wake up. the rain is not
a metaphor. there is still mail
to get through.  eat do your
business write poetry. rain
is not a metaphor. the body
lives and dies. cells breathe
and expire. I become a future
self for a minute or two and then
I wake up.  slide into the past.
write. eat. make [...]

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astronomy

these all begin a day, or the morning of a day.
 where the planets revolve around the cubicle.
I have become more predisposed to the objectness
of jewelry. That is, the comfort factor of jewelry
and of certain foods. And the arrangement of objects
in light of their position or proximity to my self and.
the stars.

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cubicle morning 5

the small minuscule joy satisfaction of a place footing foothold in a temporary hierarchy by which i might make comparisons between myself and the other
and having a chair (two)

one chair reserved for a “guest”
to be allowed this generosity
thank you
thank you again
i won’t release any of your so-called secrets

i smell you (your lunch)

identifies you, as to [...]

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cubicle morning 4

just in case, i have collected supplies for the coming winter:

jewelry
headphones
tea
small table lamp (“stained glass”)
e-mail
screen-saver
bodhisattva manjusri with sword postcard
purple notebook “ostrich grain”
notice: iceplant trembling on the verge

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cubicle morning 3

Bullet Points

this IS bending the line you schmucks
this has historical weight
please call x6644
it’s a cold, that’s confirmed (echo:
sneeze emergent from n.w. corner)
i won’t release any of yr secrets this
is a promise in your so-called
i WANT to win an i-pod; i will take yr test

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cubicle morning 2

simple roll of fingers and joints
vouched words. safer than milk
corazons of feeling. stuck pickles
how words button the tongue
caroling key clicking frosting
or butter the tongue. the air drips
honey. or honey would you please
or dear. one word dear, one

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cubicle morning 1

like this. dullness ache to
a party of singularity
keys bell schtick poll
social convention question
of pain. not so good today
good. lying about lying
you’d. memory flicker
blipping too fast to mimic
metal casters. you cough
outsider maybe all of us
herein ant, we go. like this.
a. stop pontificating

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