justwrite 27 september

don't wait until they read the story
savor the velveteen cantaloupe,
the raspberry intrigue
let your fingers linger in the full-up fruitcup
the tangible smells, the deep twists
wrists and elbows submerged
when they read it maybe they'll see
but for now
glow it beside your bed
flashes of constant lightning bugs
free to go free from lids
but resting delicious beside you
between your hands
rising in the warm, the sun
doubled up, kneaded down
a cotton draping stopping escaping moisture
no cloister for this loaf
let them eat toast
and toast again the friends extending
the reach out and touch doubledutch
these words in the suitcase, are the suitcase,
are the ticket
sticking themselves in their own pockets
admiring themselves in their own lockets
their ticking tockets and lightbright sockets
these words are the mashed
and the butter sputtering
potatoes and homemade
these images erase grimaces
from chalkboard porcupines
these letters give unfettered
protection from spaghetti
misdirection: never again
there are circuses within rings here
no one wants a commitment
everyone wants a taste
stick fingers in the trash for yesterday
surmise a more attractive
somewhen else/ look for it on the shelf
the troopers need no starship
the rain needs no stream
your lips will be tired without these
languid lines
green vines prying open lying and forcing truth
sticking out a middle toe
wondering where the rest could go
stowing no color/ wheeling on