justwrite 16 december

most hours can be eaten in this fleeting beating heart space the chase after the facts the tract uncharted carting the horse out of town on a rail flailing backward in overcrossing lanes changing drafts in mid-metaphor scoring the top of the rubric like stanley with a misplaced letter the forgetters wondering how to remember but the glass wall between the news and the toons means tuning in is awkward sloshing forward into three-part names being thrown around like testing the texting to see what passes for failure in regard to a hard to bear animal with arguments into a cave and one gets the feeling that reeling that rod-spoiled child across the commercial break getting you out of the leftover tupperware you can't care less than the guesswork and your best burst of energy slides apart your hard-earned attention and unmentionable lessons by which who means what but why should you pay attention to the drivel unravelled the travelling chance dancing backward a foxtrot you've got to see to be leaving early a churlish curl around the little finger the fits you've been giving the lack of charges on that bill got my fill of the real world and i'm turning to fiction in the missing blanks cranking out a redrawn outline of a tree and a shark and the dark's out to pasture getting in the heads instead of the lookout the game reclaimed with all the extra chips clipped onto your pockets and splayed potatoes growing out the ears and cheering up the crunch