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Three men
in a tree

hacking and sawing


 a headline from the
 Record:

GAS SUITS FULL OF HOLES

      three men
      blue shirts
      and levi's jeans

hacking and sawing:
shearsmen of sorts


and
       the sky

  what is it?


        iris of god....

asleep
on the rim


we are as dante was:
little apes of our own purgation

 messengers
 of that hue

that is blind
with memory




At the sky's blue rim

     the sleepers
     falling

       quotes
       and

       text


   indices
   and rumor



the money
the money....



  (three men
   in a tree...)


        the women entering
        the auditorium


  (ten o clock
 AM


       and no one is paying me
       to write down these
       banns)


 in the "I"      the day
 and its ideas

the concept
of the apple
red
and of a
gloss
of air

    white pulp shining
        s
           a
              w

         toothed
          at the bitten
rim

   the houses on each side

       foaming and aching
       like the banks of a river


students
flowing
into tiled green halls

     photons on the light-
     stream
        fish
         in the tiber



musing
at the air
and their conditioning

     professori
     confessori

     whispering, lecturing


       "the noble senator
       incatartus"

"the timely arrival of aeneas and his men..."


     three men in a tree
     hacking
     and sawing


       their shadows
       annointing
       the ground
       with thorns

("pull down thy vanity
Paquin pull down")


    the sons of god falling into the daughters of  men


    the sun-beings held
    in the being of the ground



      the gold and the
      silver
      and the veins
      of these metals



Three men in a tree
laughing
and cloying

     neighbors
    burning ribs


    neighbors
    arguing


      the tides of light
      that have formed us

    the movement in the head forces...



     & solipsist's
     dreaming
     that their dreaming
     is not their dream


   complaciencies
   of argument

       egalitarian
       regimemes


   sorrow I am
   sorrow

                   sorrow I am dead


     a brokenness

      against the gleams

          the sky
          &its green

a nuance
of
what it was

         the tiny sighs
         of the ego in the blood

    inside the ideas
    that have turned against
     ideas

                                the anti-human quality that has
negated
            qualities

       "embedded
       in noise and embedded
       in nuance"

                    a positive  ism
                    that accentuates the positive ism

  blue sky
  dependent on
  the dark
  above

      and the
      reflected
       light

showering up
to the sun


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A can
of tuna
in olive oil

carrots
granola


bagel
raisenets

a page
of Luke

Carr street

liquified
in the february sun

2/29/2000

at the bottom
of the millenium:

"the doppelganger
--the anti-man"

tuning the
instruments

to a shadow
of fame

perpetual
renunciate

dividing
the word

with "an endless capacity
to counterfeit and dissemble,
to make something look like
what
it is not"

I remembering the stories that remain:

goethe
surprising
goethe at his desk

my face in the mirror
when there was no mirror...


***

Sunlight. crisp.
35 degrees

the noumena
of the heart:

these cloved
magnolias

the quiddity
of our griefs

in which the soul  admits itself