(improvisation, march 30th 2006, 5:52 a.m.)


shock of dawn

in hair of the dog


celibacy west

fries the hope

in awe


of

or

over


long-time

chemical

decay


then I remembered to take out the trash



of illinois side

factories



d u desert


a cluster

deferred


Laos


and the big crow
went straight
for the window

an eye
that had twitched
all day


bigger than fucking lost


noose in the portfolio


paid a visit to the


gosh he could have had

a kiss


and instead this

improvisation

interrupted



by the acceleration of the economy, essential to our defense against the threat of the west, east, wherever


like it or

drool on yourself

for a change


jogger, it’s

early, we’ve crossed


and should hold

hands to enlist ourselves


in this end

of the war-

torn

dawn


reads

sephulchral

waste

burn it

for property

‘s

meant to

and meant to

be gone


the source. the bank. the whole

project of

fuck lack

lives

in

here


draft

it

soon

and

sack

that

win


Don’t win!!!



.

A chapbook of my sequence A Screening (of the first twenty-five refugees as filmed by V. and assistants after the wrong target got hit) has been published by Shoestring Press.

Ok, so Shoestring Press is me, when I have enough money to go to the copy shop--but let's make that our little secret. It's a nice-looking book, though. To order, write to shoestringpress@yahoo.com, or send me six bucks.

I'm happy to have forced myself to stop editing it.

Is there an echo between these two blogs?