A Girl in Eustace Street

Link to Sketchbook Update, April 15, 2009, 16 new drawings

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Wrong talking strings call what we were
A little into question
Displays happen in the unrolled fist in the sun
Always the wrong happenings take too long to finally unfold:
The glare of sight,
The much later moisture of paradise, now
The eye finally rejects the looking.
The long dead talking head weeping at the
Sound of braided skin beating the empty drum.
Just down there
The music asks
what is home?

the Center of Vision

Link to Sketchbook Update, April 13, 2009, 14 new drawings

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Matters of the hand
A matched patch
Through which a particular woman eyes
The troubled bloom.
Tell me, fireman or mason,
Is time standing still
And waiting for a day like this?
From overseas empire we
Possess nowhere and

Pay heed:
a narrow forefinger dressed carelessly
ripping open a photo of a
Funeral bed.

Poor Dignam.

Now These Towers Now these Lessons

Link to Sketchbook Update, April 11, 2009, 22 new Drawings

71

Freeman, you fall
To earth, light to no one,
Teaching anyhow the forces of dancing,
The body of salt, the water answers every second
Of its downward velocity.
Now castoff then pointed picture floating,
Tapped out each step, each volume,
Too late to catch itself in careless air,
Passing by the thankless soldiers,
In regimental plume as they march through
Easy night street.

F equals M Times DV over DT

Link to Sketchbook update April 8, 2009, 15 new drawings

70

Grow legends inside your hat then
Beg to bury a sailor in the sea
Of the sun. Wonder is a name
Who’s time is come while fingers float
And turn the day Aleph Bet GImmel Hey!
In surely dark the bowls of smoke
Crush sober skins while
Quarrelsome sleep loll s
Like hot floating name.

The More I know, The Less I Can Say

Link to Sketchbook update, April 6, 2009 20 new drawings

69

Dignam,
Night an evening hour
Money, an idea, an envied hand now
Swelled with dislike of
The smell of prizes
Braced against the teeth of life.
Dancing in the church
The mirror of air and the sound of bells:
A perfect third the band as a sketch
Rubbed to pay some last shadow
Its payment for the gift of breath.

Wind and Umbrella

Link to Sketchbook update April 3, 2009, 14 new drawings

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Growing just is a restraining collar
The columns of wonder have fed this resistance
Hope is a rising season a smell of tabloids and
Bowels and countinghouse reason.
The floor full of moon patiently breathing
The first small reading of turning and cleaning
Yesterday’s letters all quite gone insane
Something anything laughing in constipation
Begins time for picking the bees
From the garden.

Dirty Old River

Link to Sketchbook update, April 1, 2009, 15 new drawings

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Letting the wants to go to wait
Moving uselessly flowing bounds
The day is coming.
Far passed kissing remover of lips
Let the air become thunder
Around the garden.
The scabby soil a gentle loosening
The trip around a fine read landing
The town the summer a coming
The stalked, stained table a
Heavy happening.