justwrite and a half 17 july

rumpus mirage the pretend fun the one and the only table jumper the chairs underfoot the tootsies rolling the cannon balls stalling in mid-air it's times square squared faring well and welcoming hello a mellow marsh too harsh means gone and we sing along only with songs that catch our eyes that surprise with size in depth with air that's leapt into an atmosphere too clear for words too absurd to be heard like monkeys in space taking the place of their patient tin can floaters major tom and all those gloaters those got-there-firsters the worst case scenarios sold off to the highest bidder getting rid of that negativity a proclivity toward propensities like fence sitting point missing which is as plain as the nose on your yogurt a hurt in your eyes which is surprise realized canonized by lesser saints tainted by sandals and dirt carrying candles and going by handles like big white joe and kalamazoo pete telling us what you see when you look in here steering far and wide away staying on the straight and narrow path as it collapses into a funnel tunneling up from the ground and loudly landing long ago and far away to play a separate scene to clean the dishes and earn more wishes to switch the flick up and to fly right to ride kites home for dinner and swing our legs wildly scissor kicking the stars who don't seem to mind which is stellarly kind and the comets unwind twine like time and there is no is no end

vermilion fetish a catch and release retreat into the background abounding in brilliant poppies the copies of nature used in abusive abandon the random tandem recognizing surprise in every corner store boring holes into the coals that light my fire come on baby and drive you crazy around the block ticking and tocking with walkmen and scandal the sandals flapping in the breeze in the shirtsleeve afternoon the crooning calls for more summer and less fall the stalling out around the odd even the bends breathing to the ends of the day and beyond georgia beyond o'keefe the thief of the landscape stealing the feeling and pressing it into acrylic the texture underfinger lingering in the canvas pressed behind frame and forced to serve the same as a window glimmering in a museum hallway staving off the same and letting in the new