justwrite 31 december

when in the course of just desserts the skeleton keys open the wide ranging change of pace makers then shakers the salt below the halting verses cursing suggestive wayward goers slowing down around the corners and storming the bases until all bets are off course until the horse carts before the storage stuffed right in your face grunting in a punting pace until hike it's off to the score the store grinding into a rhythmic cheese spread all over those crackers stacking like no matter the tragedy there is an end in sight at the turn of the night and rolling over there you are a daisy a crazy shenanigan escaped from the ground brewing like a smell delicious in my ear and soft to my eye