justwrite 1 december

maybe i will talk to you about the dark because it's light out when you're up and out and at and other prepositions but the night splits open sometimes and the sky falls in like a trampoline alarm clock ready to shock your heart and chart the tops spinning around clowning like a down live wire right about to expire and the tires are four and core and corps and corpse like a scene from a chinese circus with wheelbarrows laughing redly instead we shake hands and suggest alternative commands like sleep and weeping willing chillers the fonts of our lives surviving up to the third floor and beyond though under the covers there is forgiveness a bigness of warmth and a soothing of aching calves unravelling like salads or sweaters or uncertain forgetters but all i know is i need more of those scores and i don't want to lose but i bruise easily and cheesy does it like a smile stuck in a tree a four dollar portrait with a comb in your teeth picking out the transgressions and speeding up the lessons the ten cents per dance trance and i want to tell you i am trying i want to be the stronger step on the ladder but i keep eating sawdust accidentally and the challenge is to disregard the motorcycles the curry powder and the alligator shoes trying to be crocodiles though no one is fooled this time