unlearning----is hard


   



on a bikeride       the smell of pork out an exhaust fan
to my mom's kitchen   on BLT night:      a napkin-covered plate of bacon,
 tomato, lettuce,   Hellmann's, and white bread   sitting down
I can see you over at the stove   professing medium heat and
       milk for strong bones                       remember your mom's hands
all those years of preparing love      using your finger to unstick the bread from the roof
   of our mouths      all these years               trying to get to sleep so santa will come

                           --Christmas  2003
                              Love,   David


1/08/04  in reply--"and I can see you sitting at the table--            --under the phone."






                                       

I is a barbell

               when I bite into a York Peppermint Patty
               I see dogs sniffinstuff         sniffin
not waiting for something to happen but ready if it does
always ready

               when I bite into a York Peppermint Patty
               I taste chocolate & mint
but I am really just sitting at my computer                sitting
defeating the purpose of animals & sugar

             












                                                                               this
is not the ketchup of my youth--the ketchup always close to a summer's               afternoon's
fun with brothers and sisters
about to be    yelled at by mom     who finally comes out with another round of boiled dogs
and finds you covered         because life was that new
no, this
is the new disease of mind that creates gods from the memory of voices






































   6:15 pm   sun      the I is hungry for every thing   but most people aren't
      (I) Am hungry for every thing               is cycled back
 to life    I know I am     so far past    what I thought    I would be      walk in
the world   it is all for you (dear dr. williams, thanks for your introduction. adios. d.s.)
            where are you
I have tried to express this ineffable paradise but found only a euphoric taste in the writing
these lines are for the ultimate living (so that you will care and bustle as well, live as well)
   but I am the poet    who now more          thinks         than writes
             conceding      more                                        nowadays to my body
         before I lose it
                   followed by the dog
   who teaches us            love     makes us   alive              I am going to         hate to leave this earthly paradise             out of the process of I:  me      the word
           grows down, the pulp-stuff
         of paradise (The Maximus Poems--should not be plural)            one     life
    unlearning, the dominomen       fall     soslowly    I am so alive
            who is this man
         who drives me      all    sun right in my eye     7 pm May 2003
   arriving
      this should hit you
  the message                              you  are   go ing  t o  be
      g on e:                love the world  & stay inside it     stay
    I hope so much I lose   much that will hurt   in the losing   that my hand is trembling
ok      forget our differences   in religion philosophy linguistics   what I really want
sometimes I like   light crisp      rolling rock     amstel               but usually I   need
enjoy the darks    bock stout    a good guinness    germans and irish!!       even newcastle
here    this is what I will die   trying to get you to taste   understand
if you would rather not study because you are too busy             fine           even better   free
 yourself of those abstraction-tasks & start
  yourstudy from the ground                                      up. yourfeet: make-contact-with-the-
         earth       carpet tile   pedals   floorboard        a welcome mat yourhands
touch the beer  mouth fills bottom to top  tonguetastes simplicity needs no complex theory
                        just your attention      Olson's
"simplicity is not simple" & "the foot is to kick with" he said it all      & it went right
over everyone's head (      because our heads are filled          with garbage
                                    O poets    useful      must take out the garbage (responsibility to share-holders over humanity??)                      how important the feet are   that take us to the curb
[at 16 I was a garbageman for a summer  job]  how lucky to know this at 33     use the body
to interpret meaning not the mind                  9/19/04 1:03:30 PM                   O citizens   everything but the body is spiritual cancer





   but the euphoria of the body in & after motion    alone is different
--the body carrying baskets or trays of food or carrying shingles up a ladder for an imbrication   --your body remembers    soccer games     burn        even if you don't
      of body, the sticky chin & fingers from the orange wedges & water at halftime

this euphoric rae-of-sun-life is different          a different burn accompanied
by e-motion     her                        like writing poetry
  this is    me-you-me               
   this is   love             .Yes   I am      love      with us together, two praising   bodies