since language has kept me

ghost scribing with alice notley:
a visit for jahaica
you naked ladies, you paint them in
in the visiting rooms, we trade/inherit family
white paint flaking
open arms
moving aside to let them
the color of this young
i had sexual resources

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first song of the day
hair, people, it’s about hair.

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digital bank sign climbs seven degrees
between coming and going

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it’s ok if you stumble
he offers us through the balancing poses

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it’s also a bit like this:
1. splintering wood
2. saltines
3. an echoless tunnel

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overheard at the cafe (which was out of tea bags
so i said
just put the tea in the hot water and i’ll let the leaves settle to the bottom):
1. the L-word (the show, not the actual word) mentioned at least three times
2. you know that place on washington
the sausage king?
a true authentic production
3. every once in a while
i get night terrors

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internet password: appleseed

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about to drop down the hill
i pass a fellow nightbiker
who calls out how you doin
as we crossover and
ride safe
just as in the distance
another pedals across
the next intersecting street
which may seem like a minute detail
but for a second
it felt like portland
which made me wonder about
its chosen land status
and how we create our realities and
how i am just recovering from a kind of culture shock
which is probably more suitable for a long (late night?) conversation
than a detail
which makes me think
it’s been too long since
language has kept me up all night
which reminds me of
how i have been able to out-awake
almost everyone
(even joey
with whom i watched the sun come up
on the edges of the muddy mississippi)

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5 cloves
6 green cardamom pods
a sprinkle of cinnamon
2 teaspoons cumin seeds
popping in skillet oil

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amy goodman
says something like
african spring
while i am still cringing
over the koran-burnings
and how romney and santorum both said
barak shouldn’t have apologized
and i’m thinking
what part of holy war
don’t you understand
which reminds me that
i’ve been thinking
in random places/times
that if someone were to need cpr
i would not remember how to administor it
and also
thinking about how the first thing i did
after the red car accident
was burst out the side door from the back seat
the grass glittering
and the second thing i did
was hug the first person i saw
who happened to be some woman i’ve never met
walking up to see if we were ok / injured / alive

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i did not read the books
i just read the inscriptions

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i might do better
than ride like the wind, dear beloved
i might become it

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