Tuesday, March 31, 2009

LINES FOR MARCH 31

Water caught
where ice was,

mud at the edge.
Geese patient

for the greening.


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Monday, March 30, 2009

LINES FOR MARCH 30

Light rain,
they say.

I see
a grey

wall to
drive through.


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Friday, March 27, 2009

LINES FOR MARCH 27

No history
with no story.

No story
with no one

working this
land. Boot prints

on black soil,
dirt under

our finger
nails, sweat down

the creases
of our years,

mud rivers
moving like

narrative.


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Thursday, March 26, 2009

LINES FOR MARCH 26

Why must I
stand back to

understand?
Stay out of

if I'm to
see into?


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Wednesday, March 25, 2009

LINES FOR MARCH 25

Like silence
in daylight

what is wind
in darkness?


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Tuesday, March 24, 2009

LINES FOR MARCH 24

Same poem
begun differently

is different poem.

~

Different poem
begun the same

is same.


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Monday, March 23, 2009

LINES FOR MARCH 23
He wears his shadow like a
sadness he can step on.

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Friday, March 20, 2009

LINES FOR MARCH 20

How can you
expect him to
agree, who

so loves the sound
of his own voice?


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Thursday, March 19, 2009

LINES FOR MARCH 19
Path and lane and highway.
An urgency for going.
The insistence, coming back.

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Wednesday, March 18, 2009

LINES FOR MARCH 18
The long line like the long day, brought down by virtue of its own great dead
weight.

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Tuesday, March 17, 2009

LINES FOR MARCH 17

Birds

sing this cruel
morning to give

each other hope.


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Monday, March 16, 2009

LINES FOR MARCH 16

Is it
this moment

itself,
or is it

that I
have noticed?


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Friday, March 13, 2009

LINES FOR MARCH 13

It's only the tail
you can get hold of,

and you never know
what you've got.


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Thursday, March 12, 2009

LINES FOR MARCH 12

So, it's
not what

you like.
When you're

hungry,
you will.



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Wednesday, March 11, 2009

LINES FOR MARCH 11

Cannot
wander

beyond
beyond.


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Tuesday, March 10, 2009

LINES FOR MARCH 10

Like rain sounding
against the screen, and

the window is open.


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Monday, March 09, 2009

LINES FOR MARCH 9

The kind of
sadness

that leaps.


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Friday, March 06, 2009

LINES FOR MARCH 6

You think if you
could just see it
from the backside

you would get it.
You could stand on
your head all day

and you'd still be
ignorant.


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Thursday, March 05, 2009

LINES FOR MARCH 5

Misery of the
moment, echo

of what I thought
I knew, and now

no more than
withered grass.


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Wednesday, March 04, 2009

LINES FOR MARCH 4

Voice – breath, fallen air.
Whatever I say
sounds like instruction.

Whatever I hold,
I must let go of.


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Tuesday, March 03, 2009

LINES FOR MARCH 3

Every night you come
thinking I'll be here.

Whether you find your way
and whether I'm here,

it's still night and it's
silence we're in for.


# posted by Tom Montag @ 4:37 AM

Monday, March 02, 2009

LINES FOR MARCH 2
Poet
Shit-eater
Box of rocks
Word-catcher
Hollow stone
Sputtered candle
Dreamer


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