justwrite 21 december

can't catch that tune in eight bars or pockets deep enough for throats coated in trench living until fifty thousand tomorrows spill into splendid color live and in living giving back to the trackstars the suits in opposite languages chasing the space into minds hollowed by accidental meetings beating the rap slapping the step with feet wheat and white and the words don't make sense in your ears but steer clear to the other side of the map collapsing borders into leaping fences not worth mentioning the awkward meetings and the street fleeting in its usefulness the soundtrack of yesterday the night before the story glorying in starch and other hardfought battlestars galaxies away to stay out of sight like planes folded too many times to rhyme with cranes the flight discordant when everyone's a winner and no one has a name but it cracks up gum and fun and bubbles float in gloating harmony that not everyone can hit and that's it the notes remote from what you want to say oh and ah and well that's what you wanted to hear so there you're here again staying out of the light for it's lime and you prefer lemons