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August 28

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scant inspiration in line at the IKEA deli
these families with young children scarfing meatballs
when I think of Sweden it’s a potpourri of blond bikini clad sexpots
and stoic men with strong jawlines
whose Nordic ancestors pillaged medieval Europe
they’ve traded their horned helmets and battle axes
for Volvos and nationalized health care

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August 28, 2011 at 3:53 am

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August 27

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once in Montana
after nearly a month of solid gigs
we arrived for our first night off in weeks
ate cheeseburgers and soaked in the hot springs in the mountains
and hit the beds, asleep by 7:30
I slept until late the next morning
splurged money I barely had on an all you could eat breakfast
and with the day and afternoon free set out along a dirt road
into the foothills to the south toward Yellowstone park
I walked a long way
the fence posts were splintered and gray
stuck at odd angles
the barbed wire rusted
I liked the immense silence pouring down off the mountains
it made it easy to think
I liked the horse trails
where the dirt wove between dry clods of grass
and small bushes
a bird perched on a fence post
I thought it was an oriole
it had orange along its wings
I stood still and watched it a long time
towards dusk I climbed a hill
which gave me an unobstructed view
across the floor of a valley to a line of mountains opposite
the sun was crawling down between them and the sky softening orange and red
I took a picture and went back to the hotel

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August 27, 2011 at 7:49 pm

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August 26

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all the broken words
couldn’t possibly spell
all the things left unsaid
the beast of language
still beating time
hollering down through mute centuries
once you’ve gone tilt
once you’ve surrendered the crusade
then you’re through the mirror
now you’re solid purpose
now it’s only time

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August 26, 2011 at 7:47 pm

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August 25

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the world is over once again
a thousand unfinished songs
a voice in the wilderness
yelling in slow motion
we’ve heard about castles in the sand
but even the reinforced concrete citadels are fucked
isn’t gravity still pulling down the mountains?
aren’t the rivers still emptying the fields?
what could possibly exist
that wouldn’t fail in time?

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August 25, 2011 at 7:47 pm

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August 24

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Ultimate

when I threw to Kate the disc wobbled
it caught a side wind
it was intercepted, it dropped
but when I threw to Elise the disc soared in long, elegant arcs
it left my arm with new inspiration, riding the air gracefully and effortlessly

wherever the disc went, Elise was already there

always on the car rides home with Kate
back to our fridge and yard and vacation photos
it was tense
she hunched her shoulders and huffed
“Your passes to Elise always connect.”

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August 24, 2011 at 4:40 am

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August 23

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you had a softness for aphorisms
and truisms
and you like to make bold proclamations
about the WAY THINGS ARE
but that’s gone now

now you’re looking at a few items on a shelf
a replica antique map of the Lewis and Clark expedition
a piece of driftwood and a chuck of petrified wood
a small Buddhist temple bell, chintzy, purchased in a Hawaiian gift shop
and a pocket watch that belonged to your grandfather
before he died of spinal meningitis in 1940

that’s enough right there, to think about
for the rest of your life

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August 23, 2011 at 7:53 am

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August 22

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you have a wonderful house
for an hour and a half
we sat on the couch and caught up
then I had to leave and fly home
there is never enough time
and through my head courses
five years of un-had conversations
and I feel the less for it

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August 22, 2011 at 2:33 am

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