I will be posting these for each of the 55 days of Occupy Philly on Dilworth Plaza, from October 6, 2011 to November 30, the night of our eviction.

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11/2/11 Day 28
Wednesday I took the day off—first full day away from Liberty Plaza. 10 poems now—Songs of Occupation.

Uneasy sleep last night. Hope a day off will help.

Have to go to the bank, withdraw money—deposit in the credit union. Go to ACME to pick up a prescription. Go to a luncheon at KWH for Alice Notley (she was WONDERFUL!).
6:00 Occupy Together meeting.

For every cruel & stupid act—a replicate breaks off, a puppet demon returns to haunt.

Scold Boy—who cries out in the words of his accusers.

	Shame Boy—his near twin. 
	Sexer – sees with animal eyes
	& merges in age with X-man

		Praise Monkey

Wednesday November 2, 2011 
    Uneasy dreams... ... a call for bail  
             arrests at Comcast -- waiting 
    for release 
         plastic tarps -- 
         collapsed 
         broken lines 
         mattress drenched from Sunday's rain 
         
         balancing paper plates 
         of beans & rice 
               they watch us 

         the others     the others 
         coming home from work passing through 
       
         careful – careful … 
         not to soil their shoes

11/3/11
Day 29
Someone stole light & sound from the Tech tent—we did it in the dark with people’s mic – a good GA.

At Robins – no time to time my reading—busy till the last minute. The hand printed broadside of my poem will be beautiful when it’s framed.

Awful… I got on the train at Walnut—realized I’d left 20 broadsides—wrapped in brown paper—on the bench. Got off, Northbound train came right away—got back less than 10 minutes passed… gone. So I realized no money from this at all—and don’t even have a copy of the broadside.

Good news—the proposal to refuse to move was tabled—a long discussion, no decision.

The reading went well.

November 3, 2011
Not only what is here – hear     see …
… what our senses seize

    tenacious

in the will to know

glass towers     flocks of pigeons
lurch & sway of traffic

remembering

all the springs we missed

asleep 
the smallest flower 
on the forest floor

its seeds entombed – in centuries

wakened by a shirt of flame 

one among others – feathers
disheveled – foot clenched in premature rigor mortis

             even to itself

searching for food
at our feet – balancing

paper plates – brushing
crumbs – commodities 

exchanged

20 yards of linen = one coat

as a general rule – x Marks the spot
warm wool socks
are Capital

blankets 

valuable as gold