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Published on April 27, 2005

i couldn't do it 'cause i just dreamed it
the annual report is nothing; i want the v-10
careful with the rafters, come down from there
do i just go 'round here or is there another way in?

swivel sketching grainy pencil line control
what else do i remember?if the cat hadn't been there
then maybe i'd know more
as i plodded along the floor

if i couldn't be there then i had to do it
we had already conquered it in the waning days of april and
we could do anything, as we had that confidence that
follows conquest
   let not he who girds his armor
   boast like he who takes it off

we sure showed him.  he presented it to a
higher-up and flustered, returned
"go ahead and do it.
go ahead and see."

akula.
victor alfa oscar delta
my room stretches up and out
bathed in red, endless steel pillars
another time.  i can jump?can't i?
is it just for me or should there be more?
   turn the key and slowly unlock the door

and i come back to it, my penelope experiment
the first and the best and the only complete
   trève de doutes, son age enfantin 
it's a weak rhyme if at all
the urgency bears down, gare au fall

possible place.  voices swirl around, lopping
off articles and splitting infinitives
indiscriminatly.  what should i do?what
indeed when the very air on one side
of me seems like a wall and the long strokes of
sunlight on the other creep into my room
my room.
   je n'ai rien
   qu'un sac de rien, chérie

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