justwrite 18 december

take him to the hospital bake him into a pie a rhinestone immediately after astoria the ascot opening day the stay in the circus tent behind the bush requesting a bus to rush delivery through the holes in the wall the stalling cubicles the musical renditions the pipes the pipes are calling and the legal aid planning consciously eluding the illusions examined by our own enterprises and i'd like to go outside but the ride is too cold too old and hard to swallow like birds the herds like cats scattering their smiles up and down the aisles and checking out the videoes the glowing stove baking up the trouble i didn't want to haunt that possibility i couldn't stop himself her fear calling all the children out to pasture the first thirst coercing a second sip the lips flipping pancake smiles out to you