tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56816852011-04-22T01:29:36.368-04:00a daily vale--writing at the moment--<br> Allen Bramhall Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668925222933772694noreply@blogger.comBlogger6311100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681685.post-1104337415556616522004-12-29T11:21:00.000-05:002004-12-29T11:23:35.556-05:00

I have created a pdf file of R/ckets & S/ntries, located here. others works by me are also included on the site.

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the work on this blog is officially done. I am recasting the poems here into something that I will likely post online, perhaps in pdf format, for any who might be interested. thanks for reading. Allen

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believable rockets began inside the code. work grew densely, half bucket, half pleasing. the end part of segment was elbow room for our peering pressure. units weren't even becoming. we sent at the same time with a chorus for distance. no 'St Nick' remained, no pungency, no radical timbre. we were just the colour of backing away. was this a playful scheme or more from the voice of sentries?

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lists traded to death. seizure of rockets for laughs. stroke of midnight imputation. we live in testament canyon.

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there was a terrible language once. its simple left a trace, but all the people stuck. inside the rate of taking pure read, there were restrictions. you felt an all that instantly. weren't you careful to the beginning again? yes for the fresh new word and across the delivered staying put. all this is staying close, as a minute with our tide. the language could only let that happen in the space.

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sundowning began at the port of one last dad. it's reference stays in tune till when the lights go on, or is it off, definitely? curious how the release. a few people in shades of exactly, some even sleep late. this is a taut examination in a changing languuge. thunderous aluminum. splendid direction. aptitude clearing. and finally, carefully, love sticks on. strange chair, even so.

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real excellence slides over the ranged veering said so, which delights our doctor pose, which demonstrates again the rat of baggage kept awake, which is this national thing in spoiled sort: we have made a once or two, shifting something with wiles and shirtsleeves rolled up, effective embrace of now you did it: we become singular ambulatory pointing machines: we get good mileage out of acts:

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belong in the entry of ritual until the long bones rot over again. they rot over the standard dispatch and until the nearest word settles onto proceess. steer alone into the victory of night time, elusve fiddling with the switch, trenchant bits of dropping off. stop by the world wayside, including even the names, and live up to romance. the string in which we curl up starts to include a myriad

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rocket of last century told us all the new. the beat of sending let us down. we tried a ripple on the nearest wave, in time to sentries falling over. we listened with a rich and pond, filing names across the border. the differences merged on knowing squirm, until the details let the process down. down was our horizon, as we stuck to the guns we stuck.

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sense music as a poem from a cow town. bring terrible over the hill, past the election committee, and see it as a trust. refer to the element of surprise. ditch the processed cheese. vie with other aliens in this caboodle. shoot the breeze.

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in this as late as saying so. in as brown as a table, until the lights go out. in the minute before, but rarely. in a political tumble, and just the car to go it. in all these and transverse leaves thru autumn's only day, there arise something tripped to tilting and the buzz about the town. you think the world is small enough to hold your kind, but really, larger is the shame.

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there might be something in it for all of us. there might be a landing space. might be a time left out of words. might be words. we'll probably leave the difference enhanced as we travel the trouble again.

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land of rocket, voter pocket. pokes on the landmine minute, separating intention viably. sets a green dense settled nodal boon, then says a prayer. it engulfs a national, voter pattern, strong as day in the regional plus. signs are intention in the murdering left to us. murdering of most surely certitude, left to us.

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blurted sentence in the tribe of close. in close door eating name, steep in draining. out of call of form of sentence, steeped of training. in the trench of running need, lapse of strain. needing moment crock of pain, still nation. nation in the hempishere resists the simple sentence. alien outbust in the muddle of varying sentnce. here's the tribal lunge of version, slip of sentence. here's a

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he dead in a minute, inside the bell of horn. she dead, lifted, it is all so plain. they dead and that's a natural sound. the mournful hum and all of language on the brink, almost a word to say and more. but less to carry, always, falling off the trait of log. expression given in a word of almost meaning some kind poetry that means us to the core. we aren't the people for the test, it seems, too

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attribute mayhem, viper in doctored prose, regulations via Red Sox versus Yankees, what time stinks over means of attending but that coffee, one day in the morning, a ritual to deliver while alien allusion scuffs an entire street, and we are left nameless... what shall we call this?

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deliver the league of entry to the colour of grant. prime rose of interested nation, with a topspin closing over the latest word on. on it all while survival seems like alien means. adjusting to the crimp of sentences dashed against blast actions and decrying once in a while in the littlest hole, these nationals increase their spark with easily instructed copping out and database blurring of

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a front of waiting game alerts the project from the start. wetness method sews together logic unions in a trance. aliens are stewed for what we think we think. listening maximal alongside stresses the challenge of this new. gentrified streets muddied by a dour win or two. whiff of voter appropriation and the shunting of goals over worth. seems particle bored, like everywhere else has names. just

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your idea, fresh from clumps of stars. those stars on an open night, produced rain in interims fit over the rumour close to call: they're a language in your side and front, moving to the deliberate cut across the beachhead, waiting in the go there while the travel field is offer close. did you sing out phrases in classic union crunch, got to make a light the way? maybe so, and maybe grim as

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did jazz invent your bookmark? you were little, after all. the crisp season of Indo-Chinese colonialism produced a rubber banquet. you were ready. lists, made of tin flexion, seemed ultimate production hazards. you struck a bargain telling the logical teller at the stupid bank all you could invest. you listened as every president pulled together. is your gastric ailment equal to the pulse of

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this in which degree feeds in gloss of life fetal range fed net glow faces west the ring of cheese around the latest word surmounts springs of believeable elbow grease palookaville poll tax survive church by detente screen of very simple flop the merest of them all poem excused of ritual moon while over gloss seems haven noodle ferry turned remorseless pasta on the comport reporer flash

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there was round in site, in sight, in a moment culled from whatever word was given. given was the day. a plush rage or fancy spree engulfed the national whatsis rating, churning duel as portions laid for bearing. words as shift into definitive pronoun, work of still more ages. and the language of the popular front and back, until we're hearing almost anything said. there was a sure tactic spent

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in a bit of little time, with coarse rock salt dreading next to aimless pattern, while the friends indicate the rapture pose, possible sanctity in a language comes from growth, it's a bitter little time of voting haze and collaborative greed, judging from the system tank, all the dozing love slips from 1967 into an ether-informed purple chute of ringing sounds until you vote again, a gain in

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translate your underwear to wander the Russian steppes. a dialect of interchange, more powerful than the little poets on the street named River Forgetting. your underwear as foreign market traditionally rebuked for sanitized referral, broken promise, belting out big songs like the Age of Arcs. your underwear as a diction of the times, less Russian dialect, more votes for you know who. your

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document element mined at morning, when the press of this is life in terms of rational expense totalling tap root, bringing, clusters out of wage, and love as a preening consideration on the march of edge. alleviating quantity by vote count, startling the crust, the aim remains a pure fragrance over years of waste. touches of 60s dispatch while 90s weren't so lucky either. rampage for effect, and

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there hasn't been enough life in time. today is only a thursday portion, a literal point named frequently then left. the vote leaves and the hall closes. the booth is a voice. the vote is a day. time is in the clench, which leaves us drawling. we drool in the time. life isn't in Cheney's eyes, or the sudden impulse upon the voter, drizzle for comfort. no security moms exist, or security dads, or

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present booth freshness. the vote on sameness cools over while reaching into pocket. what colour over all others? logical, as in class as an abatement. but stirred as part kitty, part dumb dog. theory strained thru booth fester. you brought a language when you wrote your name. you read a number of vote gathering hunks. studio theory on top of laid out. need a glass of somthing now. the present

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autumnal sense closing on road remembering mother, father, what have you. delicate each of age, until brown after orange, yellow and red, the prosaic truth. but isn't green memory as condition, working chlorophyll as agent? and then the deaths come together, constituted, you love what you had and still you are. here is the after all, forgetting the trip to Oka, West Virginia (wide part of the

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luckily the foundation garment episode over the alien vote. mild turf expression seized by Kerry in creak. yet now at Bush finale clings to rope sizzle, off course mayhem planet. ouch is in truth a way to vote. further stab at date, nearly accurate in a pan. language holds many misdeeds. still, ponds aren't above trouble. still ponds, that is. Bush declares a moanatorium. Kerry functions as

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a subject set to a vote. not the ordinary envelope, but the person sold to in charge. that vote colluding previous text management units, your peers and speakers grant, and the inviolable label rooming in logic. then source poetry offered in collection haze finance, which doesn't spend a dog or two, exactly. are you followed along with that demonstration of text in your life? foundry embedded

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your vote is electric ozone reading Rilke's "Sonnets to Orpheus" at half time of the moment spectacle delivered free of charge. how are you to hold it all? and the rhymes of your vote will be blue suede steed instead of lighting a bomb plot against the merrie days of revolution so you think. your vote happens in the time taken from trams, from subs, from buses that were perfectly equipped for

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your vote collects. your vote marches Iraq in a time of plenty. your vote in the serious, while aliens add a number on the prop of saying something thru. yours is the central vote, at minutes in your language, life, literal beginning. your stash of votes has Iraq in a haze, and impetus in Nepal, and chosen figures on the coast of Vietnam. your vote is vital while distribution matches the poor

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optimum continuation scrolls past idea management and clears the root cause from interdiction monocle such vision in the sake of dabs of particles in the particular compelling stream that reachs a chronic apex in the description pile of leaf thru these documents and as the choice wardens prepare the voter's booth story the ageless artiness inscribing Doppler time drone considers the best of all

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my best is home. it treats what were the littlest in the room, then caught off guard. it isn't me exactly to say. it isn't mine in the hovering but only determined by a national interest that I only signed a bit and roasted for fire. thus aliens as the spirit of saying something somewhere. long shadows break according to literary rules, and this includes the best. cheer up the vote while the

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click on trouble. ride url to what the fuck. this isn't my vote exactly, it is a patient design around the idea. click further trouble. in this arena words are a way away. if a person on the other end, click, it's that simple. a voter public in space. ethereal mood benders making work out of click. see the patent? the air inside the outer door, where else could we be included? note that the

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your new voting booth has collapse for your good and is paid for. your doubt pays half the sake, in case of time. your mood swings past certain culture structures, mean to explain things. these booths fit fording techniques next to examining rivers. more to explain while candidates make the dust. don't stop until all the voting booths are neighbours to your ardour and happy to complete your door.

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aliens with pronouns present an analgesic forward. the lump is vote, into a ford. the river runs rapid, into forward, where speech is veiled. after veil, it's all right. after all right, it's better. guess the vote in alien terms. guess at the function in true trial. gather something hazy overheard. talk of same thing again. speak again in the angel war, in Baghdad where plenty. justice in

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correct imagine vote on top of a very fierce lake. the angry lake takes a booth and swallows, all those votes. the lake is imagine, while you choose your distress. the angry lake! your time is worth something, as is your feet in the booth. you've taken a chance on love, learned to inner child, now this booth in the lake and all woods together. your wood is angry and it wants a lake. your lake is

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the perfect more than ever proved out the come together march while initiating some classic reverb tautological emphases during which the vote cast down. Ringo's sitting in the plenary drum vote while John's angel stops by a pile. Paul's cozen as the same time means George's guff of wind. instant success! the savour of vote for thru, but the habitat examines in detail only the provable.

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votes in the hay, where the lay down. of the poor and downtrodden a quart to recognize. a ton experienced in terms of patience. the swooping of finance in the garden talking voter population. a creamy colour for distribution. firmer hues for later consideration. the vote eats the booth. a mazy hemisphere full of concern, calls for puff out. numbers pulled together to act as vices. strafing voting

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starting at a zero to describe the place. then friends, who vote too. then a tree, named after the last laugh. then what, a victim in every region? could the system percolate better with new moon, or the better ornate haze as read about? what's the state of inadequacy now? start again. zero names your platter, then you refill. a tide seems simple, back and forth. the vote takes a chance on you.

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the win of read the long version much as it politcs the field, and Sgt Pepper of a bloom, the many faces certain change at Zukofsky door, all the time and made certain again, that natural pain of voting into a booth, you talking as you flow the reach of inches from the door, then the tiese change, bringing bigger in the essence as you age, and moreso as approach comes costly dug from portals

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upon candidate horse. on the mountain slur of vintage word, on stop about the track. elemental crux begins a sortie ramifying days in the beachhead. go with yoiur own, you as heroes. stuck in twined wetland and the average voter sticks to wattage. that's the prime of contain the rich, the poor will glower their own. on this, they say, with a power to reach.

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our loss on the process ticket shape and sentence shaft returns to viable blowing but also a seeker missiles home in its history of heat and furthermore the reliant steps of populated crowding in and all the hazards found in the candid losing streak posed for a future referendum lets us tell whose is the shadowy gloom until the next of many next minutes sharing beer in settlements and left on the

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the greatest candidate ever flies to home, to the theory that home includes the woods and dales, even freshets, even say blank the sky, even reach to normal music, even spend a diligent charity on years to hope the end the grandest of great candidates expects in districts while circling widely for the bend and faring of a rich and populated word choice the greatness of grand candidates on this

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the addition in morning slaps bending notes, that share our voice. we're small, like truckstops, when you come to consider the practical side of sentences. each road goes to a new desert part, with a dry feeling until the cages open. these cages include diners and casinos and a place to get gas for your chariot cooling. then you arrive in China, a fact outside of Vegas until you've grown. I come

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do you want this emblem? this remain on target feeling, trance of voter pride? do you want this legend on your toes? do you feel fresher when you read across the table? do you see the sense in that article, that field, those items in the list? do you see this emblem everywhere? do you stare? do you stick the facts on the list and wait? do you need the colour of this tree? that one gets away.

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wars personal rock lent credence to the drone. mirth infests the rocket science that we tear into as a meal for time. lauighing murder war tunes, then space of a dime. no, in the space of a dollar, while wounds heal. words, that is. in the space of many dollars, all the time in the world. it is alien even to pronounce. the aspect of delivery while bombs thenselves are transport. confused national

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being inside the drone of door and forgetting each sentence even as spoken. then a perception as red as quiet ink, referring any ways at all as close. then being same in a text, reading left to right mostly. then the change as begun, notes in a flute, the pouring of drums. then a peaceful march into Nepal and Tibet, brash investigation, the whole nine yards. then the rules for richness, squired

Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668925222933772694noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681685.post-1094727656435284982004-09-09T06:56:00.000-04:002004-09-09T07:00:56.436-04:00

lauchpad, which directs that time doesn't stand for us. the crash of something puts across many theories, fuzzy till repeating. the launch is poured for time, to instruct as you enter the age of age. but the exit means a little Rama, a little what of that, a little roam when you are near forgiving. tired language comes to the point of saying when a poem makes your friend. friends are uneasy in

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buy deep at the end of every season. choose deep. choose a country, a nation, and say you are owned. or owner, the difference doesn't turn. and say you are father and mother both, having been to the war in terms. say you are language, since you serve. or since you don't, but you've seen rope. say that there's a terror in forgiving it. say that. take a spoon and taste that. say that you were once

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create new father. left words are dire same. lots of remember your name, son. son is parting in cloud, forget and make. cover tradition in father word, elastic as the years in deeds. mother word is a dead moment once for all. once for dying plenty certainly. new father looks the look, every inch is a new year and tribe. old father was years ago, the landing never happened. new father in an inch

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my father is lost in the colour of resevoir there may be a day intended by trees and the wind thru them and the beginning not the end of sentences if I am brave enough to remember myself who can tell the colour of other sentences and resevoirs when the wind starts to pick up like this

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instead of something travelling the bliss of over roads again, instead of natural marsh across from your eyes, instead of taking parts of things away, the caustic and slope field meaning lost a way, it doesn't shift after half the time but poses probably while the facts entail, such a stiff enforecement of logic as a means to relent, coast is clear, the children rescued or killed to perfection, a

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lining up in an arcade to dream of other flights. the tense of the moment, looking casualty, breaking into diffidence while the peaceful throng. inside every arcade a list of being out of touch, lots of processes to carry, children docked again. featured in the arcade a closing topic, stunt fun, mention this or that until it's all just provable. a holy regatta of form and tells us school report

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several distances lay on the floor, the chirp of autumn over a ritual moon fence. my own humble swerve equals many paints in the process. I don't tire except to say there are name on the bridge. even seeing that Berryman took a caustic view, and waved, alas, before leaping. well, the aliens are in need, arriving by rocket in the nick of what they call time. we call it the stretched out

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let's go back to the history of funny queries. a state becomes law, you rinse your mouth with delight, taxes seem like expressions of a kinder attention, then it seems like it's time for bed. is that about the gist of it? or let's go back to the alien infractions, which seemed to cure the sun's misapplication of our forms, which stir ardent rivals, which seem like the last gesture of all. have we

Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668925222933772694noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681685.post-1094004483126347832004-08-31T22:04:00.000-04:002004-08-31T22:08:03.126-04:00

as per arrangement squadron and denial sold for a gross convention weight, while easement frame function needs a fresh new taste: how about a relaxing tramway thru parking doldrums, all those referred distress signals meant as warrants on the glass, and meanwhile I am George Bush for a certain country until ripples in the excellent Himalayas supplements my 'other income', all mirage need a home,

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reactions in the desperate exchange itself, blues over crystal telling, that makes advantage, that stays in gear. these chubby moonbeams light the way for armies at a stretch. we're negative all the time instructing how the change can melt. our populace syndromes move across the street when Sudan rises. we haven't a piece of Nepal left to burst. no use discussing causative Afghanistan, while

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"I risk direction with every report" says the beginning of a mountain trying on the new release. these politics seek savage sake of emptying for the call. there is no Sudan, just a trail over there. when we buzz, we buzz for good.

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Nepal turns to Tibet and sez: "I want your doctor most of all." this turns China sideways. Tibet refrains from not saying: "years of emphasis 'may' remain." and China might not please the instinct that says "a choice goes more left or right." it's all like resistance. America is a big word. big indeed, it holds a mountain more and more. Tibet cries out and Nepal looms deeper. the drugs of aliens

Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668925222933772694noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681685.post-1093202976341262512004-08-22T15:24:00.000-04:002004-08-22T15:29:36.340-04:00

at least that excitement, nether power over Nepal lump. olden mountains among people of view, then inside the spelling of insurgent, well inside and the box fits mending. and it's you, alas and always, clump on moutnainside. me too. over to the Tibet news, or lace approximate to the kind. junk pose for a space of time placed just so. it makes arithmetic in human terms, to confuse each buzzing

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a particular settlement of words in verse form standing cases of implication or beyond the new moon. standard is dross. a wind over the trees instantly accesses days of vending. while seriously stern in the movement of extra, these certainties tie in with aliens expecting dollop. the pure revenant needs quality and a touch. writers work the long shift, straight into a sleepy after. now's the

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it's not just simply the town of poetry, with so much concerning the edge of night time singing, or the dictates of funny, falling Nepal. there remains a cricket sound, and a trying endeavour, and language hardly fit for beast. yet further into the drill, the mass mountain or valley, and the penetration effect of saying you know. you don't, I don't, and everything feeds on tizzy. a music resides

Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668925222933772694noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681685.post-1092791923337337502004-08-17T21:13:00.000-04:002004-08-17T21:18:43.336-04:00

long live poetry, it's my current undertow. the means of unbuttoning, while preying on Heidegger himself, under the wraps and sure to begin a new sentence. suddenly, the alien sound, and it isn't the end of Mexico per se, near as can be determined, tho colleagues may be disgusted by the lack of tenure track. Hegel = (equal) Heidgger - (minus) vegetation. and then the windows of heaven opened. and

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folks, let's bring back Antietam from the fence. the pix were great! we sat in the shade of trends until oh the merrie morning could be used. the upcoming vote would swell to largest ever, more for me and you! so we'll look this battleground over, drape runts and such on the dead fences just like in that war. and skirmishers will see misery as an implant, just like modren miracle wrapped around

Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668925222933772694noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681685.post-1092398774477847832004-08-13T08:05:00.000-04:002004-08-13T08:06:14.476-04:00

on top of these rated pronouncements lives a fluctuating nation. its trees resume mothering phrases while asking poetry to mend its fences. peerage in the east and peerage in the west.

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The New Lump, same as The Old Lump. and parts fall onto a volcano, only to be disturbed. and the noise surrounding our interdiction crushes several present members of the community, local here-in-now. but we are arch, injunctive, and finally there is a dragon in the distance. could be one of those VIETNAMESE ones that prance into the dialogue. or one from the world under this continent, present

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trade in your doctor, raise the lump balloon, pull funk from beans while imbibing mean Iraqi, you're into that very into, it's less light than an angel but quiddity needs a moment, your suitcase fills Nepal, all dynasties smell of rubber, from the grand elbow rooms of Indochina, you can't kid in threes but bear the champion, we will win this invisibility fragrance, the grind of this cabbage

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today's not monday or even delivering stern warnings. it's a letter to the throne, fuck the colonists, whose planet can this become? soggy letters go public, drain the economy and often mixes up the populace. were you in West Virginia to know? the sleep of changing, while numbers letter the sky. are you confused while trying to imnplement? sheer daylight, into night, and then a new day. we'll

Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668925222933772694noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681685.post-1092102390073271992004-08-09T21:44:00.000-04:002004-08-09T21:46:30.073-04:00

I'm not the more murderous or considered, tho the darkness in evening out comes as a sport to tell. longing in a funny way reminds me of tremendous exemplars leading into mountains, where the cold duty of fine aliens constitutes a running program. I may dream and read again, but morning hasn't been invented. so such writing as begins, may just need to end now.

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the poem slinks to alien mordancy. or vice versa. or a carousel. or even the effect of the rocket leaving the hunger of gravity, into a space-noun continuum, evacuated verb to be here, here in light, or at least less tested in grave findings here. pointing towards a sun that points further, well of time or taut measure. meanwhile the poem...

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the lifted engine inscribes lots of benefit crumbcakes, that totally bespeak most rum fuddy duddies. do you possess your Bachelor's degree in Poetry on the Farm with you, and can you transform alien understanding into something appropriate for educated children? haha, you fell for it. the relief of knowing each great version and underlining cogent passages will stir the effect of horizon onto

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died in trading block circles. enjoy your youth, he said, rectitude marches task. no war remains in Nineveh now Mosul, did you hear the news? patient angels, lasted. we thought of sport, the kings and queens regaling our social inward, until all the rest seemed patented. dream of loss, the full paragraph. writers stick to the ground. a mist inveighing against the inveighing against. Bush is crack

Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668925222933772694noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681685.post-1091497051060271712004-08-02T21:33:00.000-04:002004-08-02T21:37:31.060-04:00

indeed it is as sensible as advertise me. it's a hanging judge feeding a fulcrum. the fulcrum goes to jail, and gravity must pay? yes, and you who read are along for the ride. into the blanket night to become describers. choose anyone or thing and produce a picture not a death. I won't feel a thing, in the interview, yet someone's name will be 'bandied about'. earnest poetry has us to thank, us!!

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mine, the imperial, broke loose the dingy day meeting. riffs from frequently asked an alien question. were there tears in every eye, to say the war and all its own? should we receive the varying? touch to drama, kinetic word in rhythm like a life. in these references, vast as spelling, down to earth: what else to accept but inside the moment more?

Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668925222933772694noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681685.post-1091411633611757432004-08-01T21:53:00.000-04:002004-08-01T21:53:53.610-04:00

choose to drill a successful memory laden with today's breath and composition or leave the field entirely

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we're strange in the new guesswork, feeding love, felling trees, the new gas, the new gagging, trusted by sport tho it all cries heavy reek, spoiled so much and not worth the very dimes, want this handed, want this structured, want this more than loose, the outpost feels terrible, suffering the injustice acting program, all the fuckers lined up, shitheads named for the agency involved, it is half

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YOUR tremendous lariat came into my yard willing to exceed, and here's a limit. I said hey, watch your increment, the suet in the feeder, there's a day tied involved with nigh. you could stare at the facts and bring out the cuurent guns. what is this place, that you should know so much?

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this colour on such a drop of hill, then a total mess. last year's rocketship in this year's sky. working angels getting out of town. did the Democats purposefully fulfill any dimension yet untold to humankind? New York kisses the Republican effort in the same fucking direction.

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super into moment, Captain Instant as charged. the story so far: we went to a bar in Waltham where the beer makes you tremble into explaining, about hops and the Charles River and someday. thus Captain Instant and it's almost proven. except that that was soome 'other' day, tho good beer, not addressing the child's errors or fulfilling duties in life. and the plain fact, that somebody somewhere,

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a lot of that is drunk under a bridge, finding Democrats to spill, news at the Charles forever, a criminal action under quarantine, and other vents. ridiculous poets have involved a knife and saying. saying is eased because bigwig power brokers and not only. say it is wild about the attitude in nations these days. say it has principal and for crying out loud. say there is thunder associated with

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cat's in the ocean of waiting on the floor. some New Jersey thinking goes over the sand. it reaches an alien past, makes you think. if those grey waves are untempered, and Homer sure knew what he was talking about, then these 100 yards may not be enough protection. because it is a rainy day, and Democrats are not Republicans, at least on the outside. the cat, tho, 1968 perhaps, lots of feedback,

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meltproof examination of motive clearance runs against the marble language gulf, which stands for ambitious treats, the kind mom and dad invented on your other birthday, that day when you were okayed, stable, fond of chocolate cake and action, prepared to enjoy a good baking, proud of the next fundraiser, instilled with a nursery full of lambasting others, qualified as no one has ever been

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these aliens float above Democratic National Convention. and the Republicans too will see that day. the mild is proof, a standard of revision. such angels as can gladly fly to possible endings of great sensations, over war zones including you, and tell the day and after: all those yearlings popping suddenly into view, all those awesome tributes collecting on the floor with chairperson written in

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a blank start of a stare, until the cream of alien youth reach the prow of the spaceship that will push thru spacious inference into the fully inferred unknown and... human possibility produces gummy effects. a rainstorm as big as guessing. troop ships leaving here for there seem like smirks. risk a bundle on ad hiominem umpires, the river rises with too much rain and not enough planning. Risky

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scant 

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here is plain information. it delivers you to the party where X and Y are starting 'things'. X is extremely, and you all know Y. X frequents revolution and also frequents telling you. Y has season, and it's all plain. when we get togetehr, we meaning they, it is a plum. while you forget, we, meaning they, try along lines. their's is a language, or close enough. frequently their words are bull and

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made a perfect alien by thinking here's the land assault. here's the small brave Hollywood troop coming ashore with brave contagion and not a chance. and thus revealed so logically that the enemy will walk over. and this gun in hand, it really sentences a few. your paragraph fits here, some of the time, at least. cheer the brave heroes and death, all together for a time. your Iraq and Vietnam

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boston skyline 

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memory shift 

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saturday afternoon 

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yeah, I wrote this Rubyat, but I aint Omar Khayyam. I am the Cheese, if wizard means a spell. or I am wordsmith, if that's ready to rebuff. this Rubiat or Ruby Hat or whatever is a mild case of exactly what? time to assault the people who know. and this doodling on the edge of experience, names in the news, run DNC, is change thwarting with living investment. everyone cheats, writing Rubiatts in

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more tree 

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some think 

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Simplified Autumn 

Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668925222933772694noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681685.post-1090688393065993892004-07-24T12:59:00.000-04:002004-07-24T12:59:53.066-04:00

summer tree 

Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03668925222933772694noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681685.post-1090632595303776762004-07-23T21:26:00.000-04:002004-07-23T21:29:55.303-04:00

initial red streak of poetry. even ties into the last landed thing in mind. lots of words seem distressed but when you quiz them, they're just rocks. you'd fit well too, being friends with poets (a poet yourself, of course). you can go 'this' way (is your father dead?), or trifle that way (mom, I lost my suit). you could extreme, peel, drip, intend. different like someday? often. now is the poem,

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every once in a while, a chord. it chooses reading over many other stones. it's a blues number in which Robert Johnson cuts thru passage into whatever doesn't read. it's almost for the sun. it's almost integrated. it almost needs Ron Silliman again. it almost pleases the root. meanwhile has no chance. the trench has been prepared. you'd think the act would be language itself, but it isn't. 'it'

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