justwrite 30 december

but i opened my mouth anyway and out came spiders without symmetry seeming to be spelling some sort of warning churning up a better butter but instead i spread it on thick licking the wrong fingers good and should i apologize for the compliments meant for others smothered into line like peanuts roasting in a blender lending an air of organic panic to the mix tricking all the cables and fabled stories of glorious medleys the berries and the lookingglass crashing into cashflow situations the market marked on the street and beating the pavement into a slowgo willcall stall hiding out behind my fingers but afraid not to peek i would like to tell you something but i cannot stop once i begin and again the words keep falling and my head drops with exhaustion the delivery it's all lost in the journey of a thousand words the syllables pouring into kind ears and the eyes never flash back not now but when they do and when i'm sorry even more the fear of fear itself chafes in the laces and can not be held back no matter how failing the railing is too icy to hold onto and the unglued tracks cheer as they break free though where the stop is no one knows and ringing the bell is too late to tell the engineer is studying his pants and wondering where the lines go though no one knows his are up and down and everyone else's are forward and beyond