Copy. A daily-ish poem sequence, sequel to Issue ( Comments/Contact:

Monday, November 14, 2005

'Actual' not actually
applicable. Lost in
spates. (Or spats.

Or states. Or
stats.) Falling all
over. Or failing.

'A possible target
for all groups
of men.' A

difficult task. A
winter swings, via
its own power,

back home.

Sunday, November 13, 2005

Squint and retroactive
pain. A 'skeptic'
saves the day

again all said
and done. Would-
be detonations set

a tribute (to
an audience in
space), scraped-by abundant

happiness. Trying,
and failing, to
get your bearings.

Actual tidings spray.

Friday, November 11, 2005

Went ahead and
took them down
& out. 'One

more step to
left or right . . .
and hold!' 'This

is all part
of the on-
going campaign.' Hold

a fear she
never owned (as
he deserved the


Thursday, November 10, 2005

Frank and open
to the max
(deep and aloof).

'I wanted some
to be more
the more I

strove.' An everyday
defeat. Stern rebuke
deserved. Never to

be diminished. (On
your marks.) Quibbling
over a sizable

chunk of future.

Monday, November 07, 2005

'O, there is
no such need
for the code.'

'The distinct possibility
that matter is
all there is.'

Here we are.
We can talk
about death.

Sunday, November 06, 2005

'Whoreson dog, the
weather suits you
not!' Offending teams.

Team compromise. A
big move away
from obligation. A

wearer of many
different hats. A
quiet rioter 'not

remotely interested'. Something
in the region
of a justice

of the piece.