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Thursday, March 30, 2006

dcxxiii.
Assaulted her assailant
over again. A
wild bird. A

wild boy. Answer
questions to relieve
thirst. 'I hold

you responsible for
that.' For this.
'O, who can

take the pain
out?' O, who
can say? O,

who has handled
live birds here?'

dcxxii.
Some thing or
other. Some thing
to do with

time. Plans off
due to delays.
Delays off due

to truth. 'Hey,
even our shadow
wars have shadow

wars.' And isn't
that good news?
Debilitated lumbering beast

is some thing
or another.

Sunday, March 26, 2006

dcxxi.
Order flashback retrieval
out of a
tight spot. Nothing

nice has ever
emerged from stolid
tones: get sharp/

sharper (nothing to
put our sandwiches
in). Any other

thing so tightly
wound.

Sunday, March 19, 2006

dcxx.
Your happy clique
shot in back-
stabbing incident. A

railroad railroaded through
your skull. Soft
pickings on the

tarmac. Get hungry
get chicken, go
down south. Act

up.

Friday, March 17, 2006

dcxix.
What the thought
wanted. To step
up. To be

knocked down. Down-
sized. But still
to have the

final laugh. Ain't
that fair, the
last coyote sings.