Good Day

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Clinamen observed in everyday situation: you go to the supermarket for tomatoes and end up the host of a talk show. Garbage men know what is real. As real as same sex marriages in Calgary. According to the popular media, the Albertasaurous’s predictions for the future include, but are not limited to: vomiting, getting drunk and yelling outside a homeless shelter for the inhabitants inside to get

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Mayonnaise, mostly mayonnaise and some rocket fuel to get that red glare. Don't fear the torches over the hillock, the border, the miasma of trenches and for a foot of muddy ground then for an other. Six of one half a baker's dozen of another. Marginal nascence of an oncoming sentence. A sonancy gathering stems and branches, it propagandizes into "I soaked in it!." The cultural peak, flagged

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Good DayWhen we awoke I wanted to tell you that some of my best friends are Canadian, that I’m no better and no worse than the media or the American President, that if I didn’t have to work I’d make us some Belgian waffles with wild-berries, Saskatoon berries, that the sky might not have fallen in and that I might be part of the problem as much as part of the solution, but it was six in the

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?Good DayWhen I’m upset, I tend toward the abstract. Or I don’t. Is it the business? The role, to paraphrase, of the poet in the 20th Century. To lie. The war a sort of rampant plagarism all over the word. When the ball ceases to bounce, keep singing. When the ball ceases to bounce, and settles into a manicured slot, it will seep predestined to both the winners or the losers, even presidential. A

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Good Day On the gramma phone again.

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?Good Day Afraid of car crashes, you sexy brute, you traipsed all over the daffodils and stayed at home. It isn’t how you spell it that smarts. S-M-R-T. Book or street spirit, call it a radio button attuned to ask you questions about the fly in your soup. Or the one in your face. It isn’t love, gets ya outta bed in the morning. It is your legs. Pants on one at a timesy. I need to see you in

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?Good Day People on cell phones mostly look self-important. New coffee ready to percolate as soon as you’re home with some ice cream. And instrumentals are so much less interesting because they don’t tell you anything about the artists themselves. Which have we won the war or the battle? It’s old news by now anyway. Hell derives from a Saxon word with no equivalent. One more journey to the

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Good Day America + Teachers = The Alphabet

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?Good Day What it is, that the sunlight falls or shoots, that ladders are an integrated architecture of form and space, function and engineering, and that we’ve made the canyon grand. All over Calgary, the people are talking and apparently the difference is spreading which is a little different than has spread. Not at all like an epidemic. These words arrive or are left or maybe are just given

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Good Day That red and green can hide. Thunder around the house. These grey skies on a work day. Eight hours, no wallet, no keys, no lunch yet. Catch the coffee while it is still fresh and then put in your contacts (a brief attempt at energy/where has all the yoga warmth gone?). Rattles, a wish for that sound, rattles. The door handle to rotate, the door to swing inward, and then to know

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Good Day Then you fall down the towel of baber and smite the morning's omlette. If you've brought you arms, then by all means put them around me until the ends. She said "valley of shadows" and I heard "heterogenous eggplant dish". That it should return after it wanders, the sunlight, not exactly a return, since it is we that revolve, in and out of space.

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Good Day Save on mother's day, that the phone died and the curtains, the grey ones over our south windows, billowed. And you were almost home with Salmon for dinner. The cedar board is in the sink, and the dishes are done. Not much else happens beyond an early riser in a friend's yoga room. Perhaps allergy season has already begun. With loud music, on this holiday, all recharged: camera,

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Good Day The headlines read: you've already lost if you are writing this, a president may have agendas slightly different than that of his country, the nachos I made with blue chips and feta cheese are very spicy. The local in this poem stands as the other good day poems, the notion of nation, and CNN. And then the content sprawls, like language sprawls or spans. You forgot to put the t in

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Good Day Principle detention: my retainer fell into the toilet. It was that type of morning. Down between 7 to 11 percent and the manager shakes hands with his employees, or maybe I should have said staff... Happy days are here again. Happy days, indeed. Today on television at work they were showing, and have been all week, the 700 club. Miracles a minute and Rice-A-Roni. Should you wish

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Good Day Sal’s, on 1st street in the south east is it? South of Stephen’s Avenue… That he redefined the omelet this morning. Now it means something substantial in the family of rocks or mountainscapes and so simple. A deli sandwich. Some delicious soup. Café Mauro in Calgary with squash coloured walls. When the sun isn’t in the sky, it is inside his deli. Two games down with this online

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Good Day That it should probably not happen this way. Every tremendous second. And the weight of drunken grass (it doesn't all move at the same time you know, each blade). Windows disappear even as we see them, their frames rattle in the wind. But the frames... the edges of a newspaper. Slight. Sunlight. Sun lit. I lost my bank card again and it was you that stepped off the train only

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Good Day From June to June. Would you like to large size this poem? In the lounge again, that mode and methond. To stay, maintain, and enjoy this grey rain. Till the next episode. The sitcom's insistence at the outset. Smart marketing=captive audience for super heroes of the capitalist era. Commercials before movies. Life in the Pre. Settle for nothing. Catchy fish. And now I have to

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Good Day Once it has passed upon a time, cloaked Wagner, quick institute bellows our youngsters, gifted or otherwise accidental. No one was badly hurt. Control blasts across the room and the weather chinooks it should be said. Beasts rifle the pages and further blue on blue aphasia. How come your legs work. Against understanding in such plain talk as this. Rooms move past confederate

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March to the codes it changes into the fool’s day with the words: INVALID ARGUMENT. The codes we’re slaves too, such as: “eat something”, or “buy this shirt”, or “invade Iraq”. All I want to do is get this interview online. Can we speed this up?

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Hot afternoon when work finished. And a friend signaled in from Ohio. This program autocorrects my typing so if I make a mistake and it recognizes it, then it changes it to the correct spelling. Imagine the same thing could happen with grammar? Each letter is targeted and the difference abolished. Haunting PNAC. We set ourselves up as victims and shake our heads about what to do with GB.

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Good Day Went out to buy matte medium to cover up the numbers I stuck on cardboard. Couldn't decide between matte or glossy. Now I'm eating ice cream while a mother on the front page of the sun gazes disdainfully away from a photographer. Her child is in the forefront. There are certain things that I wouldn't want to see mass produced and ice cream is definitely one of them. It is

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Good Day Today it ruins. You’ve got 48 hrs without Nolte and Murphy. Black droplets; tears rend the sky into what appears to be a beach replete with driftwood. Our hour.

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Good Day That we were both our first gesture and in the early morning toward arms, making torsos lift from the blue sheets, that we were both cold, could allow for a large enough frame to include a map of the furnace clicking awake throughout the night. You said: “it’s seven am and I have to run.” Somewhere vials fill clear, their liquid suggests an effervescence beyond simply what an

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Good Day Queen Victoria. Secrets and do you like that. Do you want a tarot reading? Ere the crows fly the colours of their home. They fly the cross of the blue factory flame. Magnetic poetry company. They ain't true colours, but they're real colours of their flame. Paralyzed by the emptiness. Chalice. Blog. Blix. Choose the dominoes to spread a street centric system for spray paint.

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Good Day It moves left and right. Responsible person can't lie. It is a hierophant and a middle idel for land mines. Glenn says post your own page. Good Day. It shines and world flights one of one, and oreo and a beer. With the takeover of CPU. It happens and slices into islands or peninsulas and spelling mistakes, a rise in the drama. More results for search engines. Socks up, chemical

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Good Day Went out to buy matte medium to cover up the numbers I stuck on cardboard. Couldn’t decide between matte or glossy. Now I’m eating ice cream while a mother on the front page of the sun gazes disdainfully away from a photographer. Her child is in the forefront. There are certain things that I wouldn’t want to see mass produced and ice cream is definitely one of them. It is most

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