justwrite 28 july

the darkest i've ever been is a spincycle away from a heart attack counteracting the lemons squeezing their seeds and freezing their toes a glowing row of townhouses soused by condensation the frustration of listening too closely and hearing more mostly you've overstepped the bounds you slipped into once the caboose passed by and the cabbage rain dry crying all the black sheep home to roost with toast on the side a ride of ducks in a row like a big boy on show circling the notes and doting on rote behavior leaning a savior up against a crankshaft just burned marshmallows in the smoky shallows callow work sticking with jerks and their funky bunches the trenches unmentioned by multidimensional schedules handling the cranberries with leafy fingers the delicate lingering of crumbs on lips and sips tripping on seventy-five dollar tips in honor of the season and we should be fine if the gold pans out if the gemstones have filled out their tax forms and billed each employee for their [which is his or her] purportedly free meal ticket a sticky trinket fanning the wrong hands of in-demand erasers printing between the spacers of perfect teeth and museum frames naming same-colored shapes through rosy glasses the tumbling masses yearning to drink free with no cover and to color with no number