loop dee

this thing is pretty flibb.

it is pretty made of rib
* * * * * * bones.

so I like it.

(*It's all the states I've ever been!)


I am made of squirrelly toadstool map

If you click on that link that I mad html-crazed, you will go to a place where you can make your own one of these and laugh when you put it up on your blog because you need a break from looking at papers on high performance liquid chromatography techniques for assessing concentrations of nonpolar phloroglucinol derivatives.

Or whatever you do for fun.
(I think for sum, it's rum. But not I, as you see that I am definitely sharper than a tweedle-bug love-gun with both photosensitive diode arrays coiled and couched-out on the futon ready to send a gnarlish black boon of liquid-exude in your general direction, loverly.)

I am actually having a grand time typing this mush to you. (*laughs audiably in computer lab*)






so you should clap your hands?
so you should clap your hands? how 'bout a poem? (O. K.)

astoif

stood quite as.
it was light-night floating to.
stroke of the oar if.
croak from the shore as,
a cloud floating past to.
leap out lily lie if.
no,
crackling flame as.
an oar that is dipped to
a sugar
* * * * * wafer.

backspace, backspace, comma space, backspace...

A short list of fractalized comments:

• The Pickney St. Block Party was fantastic - lots of good friends and fun, some not half-bad food and DEFINITLEY some FINE music. I definitley hope that the whole shindig goes down again next year. Chris Dols? The man.

• Not minding rain - we've gotta put in our committment for May flowers, I guess. It's cold, but rain always puts me in a good mood.

• I have once again migrated to the forever classic "shuffle" mode on I-tunes. Wait - is that John Popper sitting in with Béla Fleck and the Flecktones?!? I think so.

• Looking forward to returning to Eau Claire, actually, quite a lot. I'll miss the boys from SToNEFLoAT and the friends that stay here in Madison over the summer, but I am looking foward to seeing family and friends alike in the BIG EC. Three story tree forts, Wisconsin Bayou, bike rides.... weeding gardens all day in 88º heat? Oh, yeahhhhh....

that's pretty much that.

•¶§¶•

Now, I think some poetry would do the trick.
Yes, how about it?
this one's called
chronological continuity

step
six
involves
two crepé plates
mirror weep white glass
plates crisp steam bright mornings. mournings
flowering dull salt occurred maybe paper lantern bulb
drawn in wax crayon lumps compass needle a footstep beetle silhouetted stalk-bow
brace for impact and flashing light fact red right said don’t roll brother don’t you roll like that

we rode bus onion blow road dust coughing pink lung crust tennessee-or-bust roll up our sleeves airplaning all day where people must sprout sea seethes

[written 4/16/06] ®

hmmmmm... chewing on that. it's a little Fibonacci metering. yes.



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hmmmmm

kool aid
plant physiology
afternoon sun

hmmmmm
lightweight psychedelic rock music
one earplug, guitar pick.

eyelashes, sugar packets, sweat feet.

I kissed the pavement, dodged cars
slept on the couch and felt right.



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