justwrite 9 september

getting started seems to be the hardest parting of the red sea and be seen a candlelit scene in an empty parking lot chalking up the waffles to indiscrimination a creation of conversations replayed in claymation where the orange won't rhyme and the purple turns into popsicles dropping sickle pears off with their closest homophones the standalone suggestions of misdirections correcting every other color black and back on track like a cracker topped with cheese and trees breezing through the way the stay of execution an inconvenient solution polluting truth with uncouth youths the challenges of pitfalls and curtain calls stalling in an abyss like falling down and missing the floor a storage locker full of garage sales a flailing hoop and a wailing wall whaling in the hall which is a strait which concentrates on losing letters and 5/4 measures slightly overdone like overgrown eggs and a breakfast recital facing up to denial of the corn flakes with shaky hands i think i can but the scan of the table leaves me quite unable to stabilize my rising desire for sugar on top ever since camp and damp clumps of granular lumps crystally in a dining hall i knew it all was lost and sense was tossed backcourt while i forded oceans in extreme devotion to the real dream team steaming their golden way through onscreen play in the basement a space meant for folding clothes and chilly toes too deep to meet the summer heat and a driveway away from home alone