justwrite 6 october

there's floss stuck in my bicycle the wheel well is well not well so to speak
so to leak oil from the tires is a surprising mire of admirable consumption
out of nothing i have made hope and also spaghetti
out of a slight fever i have baked up a cocktail of dirty dishes and sausages
no one wants to eat those sidewalks
which is for the best for the rest have already had their dinner and yours too
there is something in the way of the world that i haven't quite figured out
i've figured in the bigger and the better but the beefier leaves are left out
doubts in my mind grow smaller on days off when i know where i'm going
home is too roman for this holiday nose like a bath with clothes closing again
let those slippers out to play and let the connections be french once more
unto the breach and out of reach the whales pin their pictures to your bulletin
bored with pen pals they make up pretend tails and sign their names in inky joke
stoked we are and the crocuses are out of season again like someone i know
the curry is too powdered and the fresh-dressed snow ought to think again
on the blink again i went to see my optometrist and she was like what
so that didn't help too much