June 12th 2006

Everything I care for happens
All the time
The old wood sticks out
From the newer handle
The neighboring dust
Will have its way

June 11th 2006

That, we into the world, into the cowshit and
Gold painting
the sky, that we, laid in-
Mind, rolling over cat-
Egories not likely
To be adequate, we, that
Big round story, slip
into the hole
of tradition: we.