justwrite 17 september

around about seven it was and the glue stuck to my fingers like hotsauce in a sideways mouth the north of it all piled up with bells on and shell games framed in a pretty row with laundry to go dirty again and the rising again the baking taking everyone's stomach to roost and the toaster oven buzzes with its own self interest the bank checking and saving all of those statements wasting the wantnot and catching all the criminals in their active imaginations staging the whatever and ever and why don't we just cut it here and chipchop the stopshop painting pictures of a tomorrow we're just not interested in and when we sign up to give away our secrets our answers our dances with left feet with wolves who will sign beside our names and who will claim our tickets is there room enough for four walls here when california can't refund and canada can't make you talk make you walk any sort of line well i'm doing fine in case you were asking and the tasks masking the tape issue a great escape a lake which houses fishes in their shoes with holes and the shoals all gravelly and the twine unravelly like looking glass mockingbirds never to kill and always to fill with generous donations of time and temperature awaiting the changing of the guard the hard questions for the easier seasons