justwrite 14 august

when the time comes the strumming will drum up a great percussive chord in the sky a high and dry mighty fortress is our sodden step creeping eerily with gurgling stomach flummoxed by hypocrisy and unsharpened pencils a hidden dimension full of hypertension and other noncasual maladies the endive subscribes to the forecast of the week seeking various and sundry plunder hungering through the zoo and carrying two loose strands to sew teeth back into the front rows when all who wants for christmas is what is a sputtering explanation of celebration without agreeing to a theory of creation because who doesn't like a party well i sure don't and i sure vote in favor of tupperware scare tactics gloomy like humidity the liquidity of fear free-flowing up to the seal snapped tight like good night and good pluck to carry through an open-viewed window a brain going backward warned like stormtroopers a steep superstar carving up the knife and preferring instead a spoon a boon of extra jam sticky on the black currants currently coursing through the elephants who struck out at the deli and filled their trunks with jelly and a separate case with biscuits and half a dozen triscuits of varying flavor easy to savor in discrete squares shredding wheaty cares into crunchy compare the shouting too loud and unshrouded and did i ever did we shiver those timbers with such limber limbs pounding our steps into place and time like a boardwalk pond song