justwrite 2 december

this is why there's a goldfish in her water jog bugging all the bubbles out of their muddled little hedgehog heads breading their sonic thoughts with store-bought crusts you've got to be kidding to imagine would follow the bidding of a studebaker a candlemaker and a reclusive baboon where to swoon is immoral is totally deplorable the moral authority adding up to tragedy a mismatched hat you see laughing along a collapsible hedge wedging its wayward way along the strand handing colorful baubles out of unruly glasses trashing the contents despondent and fair and cashing out the recyclables the tricycles missing tires expiring in mired greenery the betweenery of curry with blurry lines defined by indian tradition and british ammunition for dinner party hearties like lancers on the road and a sister to hide and a closet to box it all up and to cup in a comfortable trunk an overwhelming helping to have and to hold and to want not lest we rot our spotted calves in the circus wheel hole in the wall the stalling stallion galloping in cylindrical bridle striding gallantly toward trees breezing in ten gallon two by fours scoring high marks and whistling in the dark in the sparklehorse mix tape a quaking earth with universal appeal the feeling of steeling an apple and trapping a mouthful of clouds in an accidental coffee cup trumping the steel curtain a stellar cellar for certain with no one's feelings hurtin' which would be worse for the wear in the chance to compare earthworms to rainbows and glowsticks to sunscreen