My current trend in writing is to treat it like bits of code. Debugging as time goes on (fixing spelling/grammarish issues).

Most of these poems will rest the way they are written, but given time and interest many will see a patches or 2 before it is over.

10.21.2005

Floating

inside
the center of
the world
on winters eve

God
is a one syllable word
Yuck
is the history of english
language
  words
  sentences
all smack adiabatic
right into the eyes
of
  small mice
  reptiles
  And well…

me

Uhm…
everything seems fine
from
  this place
  this point
  this view
  that pasture

liberate a language
that has
  gone under ground
  gone down deep
and our own culture becomes
a creeping crawling thing
we call it
the world
  toiling
  foiling

the ball
is still rolling
basic or flat
without lunch breaks
  high tea
  coffee hour
  smoke sessions
nothing

sip the salt
from the rim
  the coast line
a drift
floating

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