because there's a live earwig in this poem
inside the typewriter and its body must hurt
from the pounding keys'sound inside the metal
enclosure that contains my canadian alphabet
because i found a short drumstick in the grass
because it's daniel's prepared guitar cd
that i want to find for chris to give a listen
because i wonder about food and its functions
because again i'm getting too quiet too lone
too in myself in this too empty
because i see a hand holding something stirring
something in containers inside a window
second floor craft college—might be stovetop
textile dyeing—wool rovings silk or something
because twice today I forgot the steno memory
because harvest jazz & blues covers my journal
because i need to end my public studio day
because qwerty works be to the bone—finger
tips tender buttons from the effort to impress
because great big sea sings "run run away"
19sept2005
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