justwrite 23 july

there's some such going down underground around the corner standing like lemonade demanding the overpaid refunds be spun into energy a felted sleeve leaving the body with apparent stitches with electrical glitches dropping off the grid knitting one kite and pearling two oysters the cloisters overflowing with those glowing hot in search of silence no one able to shut their mouths but on route four south there's a house party with your name on it your claim on the famous roof chewing up the truth and spouting it out the chimney please forgive me for transgressing the speed limit but the lemon law was about to call my bluff to stuff my overnight bag and stag a stagehand with demands for oil and horns and warrantless alarms wire-tapping unarmed civilians a nation of millions held back easily with some penstrokes choking with laughter with an AC adapter crafting a homespun appointment book with a good look through the window wondering how the wind blows no one good or ill spilling built-up thrills down the alley and into the sewer a stink like manure and a drink mixed to cure an avalanche from slamming into your head before the storm beyond the norm but short of a quorum touring several cities before landing on a final fantasy destination the lack of reasons to leave pouring out the sleeves of the even traders baiting the switch and scratching that itch to create to raise the interest rate until all the carbon copies adopted stop and stare and wonder where the original went