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Caillebotte's Oranges


 Tin Notebook
 

arc et pace
open toe wide eye
there was a lot
of construction up there
I guess they're
remodeling
I'm Venus by the way.

Equipped page with the
wheeze of bicycles
this morning the sole
of my brown foot
straight up w/ trees

the bench here percolates
w/ meaning, aside
from the function it
swerves to second
or third options.
my dog, anchored, wonder

what to do. between her
ears, atop her skull. I
want more truth. She watches
the sidewalk. I hear high heels,
then a train, then nothing.

The window over there reads
FREE SMELLS. I know its there.

The kindness of Joseph Peccolo.

"You can see there's a little
temperature in my voice."
Blaser mentions J. Hagee in
Image Nation 24.

Minnow got bitten by another cat
and had to wear an Elizabethan collar.

Minnow died in the street and
a boulder over him now, in the front.

Isabella?

She doesn't have a collar or a tail
and her left eye is cloudy.

T.C. left Blaser early to look for her.

1) Lost on saturday afternoon
2) Recovered Monday afternoon

Colorado Cuisine
----------------the fate
was lustrous. Keats
coudl not raise
his eyebrow.

Moving away

[Sailboat]

Dear Dawn,

I am sorry. I like your black sweater
and hope you were not too cold on
the couch last night w/ Phoebes.

Did you finish Norwegian Wood? Are you
going to say something intolerant?

Kerry conceded. Common yellowthroat:
witchity, witchity

Big white pelican in the lake 12/23
12/24 lots of pelicans on this side
of spillway, Hal almost got to them

foam and a lot of liquor bottles
berries read, snow on the footbridge
two doves out of the tree into the air

we are lane 10:

Dawn
Lauren
Me

they are lane 9:

Scott
Cayla
Jon

before
it fills
tub up
rubber
stopper

great
water
pressure
but
no hot
water

made a bat
for Bonnie

Rodeo Queen
for Dawn

Paddy Paws
for Jimmy

Herrington Cattle Co.

Red Wolf, Dillinger

that bull had 12 years

my old baseball coach

Mom, Dad, & Lauren
Flight 1473 Continental
9:50 am

arrive w/ pigeon plates
for me and we walk
Phoebe in La Madera

everyone watches a lot
of country music television

Ballad of Jack & Rose
tonight @ 7:15
with Mom, Dad, Lauren, Dawn

booksale
reopens
restocks

across
the
aisle
Dawn
contemplates
the drink cart

she put makeup
on in the terminal

josh & green book
cloth & the apple
I gave him b/c
I'm going away

fiscal
says
Jon
fiscal

sketch of grandad's
head sketch
of shadows over the page

Dawn in Texas:

I totally don't
look ugly today

She takes
off Jon's belt and whips
him with it.

Horacio totes
flower pots
into the back garden.

onions &
cucumbers afoot

drain
the lake
in a year

repair
the dam

oh and
buy the old Brunson

shut since 92

Chevy Chase
poster in
the case
outside

pigeons
in the rafters

they know
its empty

the sound
in Andy's
voice

I shall
somewhat
miss
my little church

much
too old
to spend
the night

little boy
in the
bathroom
asks

why is your
pee pee
so high?

leafnose
snakes

brushing
the cement
of the
village
flowery
with a
long pole
and
the bristles

what of them

"klarney"

20 types of gloves
to work in
I like the ones
with black dots

Minnows $3.00

two dozen
doors open
at once

Andy suggests
to Beth, dinner
at Tommy's Potato

It's on Bay Area
Boulevard.

She's laughing
because it's Tommy's
Patio.

gas log cabin

the windsock
and the ditch
both need
to be in
the picture

all you want
is salad

the knight the lion
and the candle
never met the
woodpecker

little wren
that flew
just by
my face
on her way
out of the
nest out
of the
garage

nest
in shelving
between
garage doors

beneath
the chair

slight
rock
of the plane

just smiled
at Dawn
we flew
through
a
bumpy
cloud

the wings
went
away
for a
minute

wild hog
removal

mural blue & red flowers
peacocks treed on the
northern wall

gulls overhead
in my forest
the jars are
lolling a path
tree fell out of
a pine beetle
escape from me down
the hole i had a jar
waiting for him

sweating the page

you emphasized
the word "leisure"
a lot today

underground thriving
letter opener
yellow dish two parts

I went in to urgent
care and they gave me
a "burst" of steroids

noticed the place
on my wrist on the mountain
in Santa Fe

steady stream of pebbles
cast in and the little ones
push in with their tails
their legs tucked into their
bodies snapping at bugs

we are using the pebbles
to bring them in and I make
a loop out of the belt
the first one swims through
the loop doesn't close
but the 2nd one is lifted
behinds its forelegs
and by the tail lifted
it into the truck
immediately props up
looking for a way out
we let down the gate
and it scrambles down
into the grass and then
I lift him over the wood
boards back into the water
a federal offense

and the house is not green
neither are the fields
which are hard crystalline
properties that reflect one
another the house knows
what to do the sky is
there everything in place

grunt draw
wavering
claws on
the limb

flying out
to water
seven
cormorants

a board
bobbing
below
their
tail

balance with
their tail
feathers

sometimes the
trees are white
from birds

they are swimming
over current against
the rocks, sit down
it hurts tree roots
tall grass high water
brambles uphill
of the surf the shells
are pink and chamber

crown insignia

solid house top
undone fridges

toilets open
to the forest

inside they
are rusting
and nested
with rodents

the bones of small mammals
i am in and out of love

Whence Andy throws
a glass
against
his wall

and
comes over to our
............house

only to keep
............calling her

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 turtle poem
 



Turtle Poem

A long time

coming this

turtle poem

lays eggs

by urinating

that's to

get the dirt

wet to dig

i have

already written

this poem

i just thought

hey why not

write it

again?
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 Three Years (9/2004 - 6/2007)
 


38 x 30

Drave

Mollusca

24,000

Simper

Yellow Jacket

Smaragdine

Unspoken requests

Fresh Spicie Mornings

Auctioneer

The Goodbye book

Boston

Lizzy Orange

Tin Notebook
_______________

14 pocket journals

34 months

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 Beetle Stranger Poem
 



This stranger is a beetle.

Do I have a beetle for you.

This beetle, this isn't a little beetle.

This is quite a big beetle I have

here in my hand. This is the Palo Verde

beetle. This is a clinging sort.

I see these beetles at the office.

Generally, office beetles are good ones

because then you have something to play

with on break. I mean if you don't smoke

or anything. These beetles die a lot.

I find them and they are stiff and ready

for the museum. My house is a kind museum

for beetles. I scoop them out of the way.

The way I am talking about is birds and

tires and peskiness in the form of alley

cats. I have had enough time for that.
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 Strange Stranger Poem
 



You are on the bubble.

This is a scan-tron. [hear noises]

Cue the green lights.

I have your pencil.

I have it. I had it.

The lead broke in my pocket.

I can feel it at the bottom.

It is like a bug. It is like

a little dead bug at the bottom.

I will clean it out for you.

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