sunday

suspend the poison tongue

of military talk

and

pin it upon the cross

of its compliment

passing the

mustard powder

to the king

who's crown

is forming a bruise line

around his skull

like an equator

of human aluminum

friday

i'm going to make
the strongest pot of coffee ever

i'll make an inital pot

then use the coffee from that
as a substitution for the water
in the next batch

i'll repeat this process
thirty three times

then ill drink it
sitting in a red wagon
moving towards a cliff

thursday

when i unravel this gauze
across the
pale wafers
of day

across the portions
of light

i am testing
the calibration
of the world

not the universe

so, you will most likely
find me
sitting
in the manner of indians
in the front yard

fingering the growth
and the cushion of dirt
upon which i rest my weight

and, you
damp haired
and red faced
from cycling

will laugh at my ridiculous experiments
and, then i too
will see the humor in it all

wednesday

I.
there are bison
carved into stones
out there
who hum
to one another in the dark

II.
what im trying
to tell you
is that greater things
have been done with rocks

things greater than
my frantic pacing
about the gravel parking lot
too embarassed to approach
except in theory

while you sit
drinking coffee
and reading
and talking politely with strangers

"and i could not speak
i was neither living nor dead"

i will then walk back
to my room
to tangle myself
in the yarn of rue
and inevitably
somersault into
the next futile plan