justwrite 21 october

by the time you're ready to start i'll be halfway done and out the door boring the pouring rain out of its cloudy little mind with behind-left cards and flowers showering all the crops with drops of clay pigeons easy on the smidgens of sense left in the russell stover box with the top lopped off there's a window and an opportunity for immunity from the community but if anyone looks twice you'll have to wonder how many ones will it take to make two and what brew will you witch up in twitchy bubblewrap warping the health from your tender selves and halves with whole sets of chances dancing to be good and misunderstood mistletoe pointing out a better location to reach as a destination when facing the nation is a hardball stall-out tactic just relax and practice your moves take the sidestep it's just a turn away from perplexing your next-door-neighbor the savior of all accomplishments you worried about when you lived alone and away from the stage and the street didn't meet your door well now it does so feel loved and remember that if you call out or your microwave stalls out there's someone right there with a cup of sugar wishing that you had walked your dog in the rain just that one time