justwrite 5 december

there's a space after tomorrow and beyond within with extra enough which means sufficient a glimmering limit a trip around the whirled winding road exploding with over-loaded devices tricycles carrying the weight of three to a wait and see circus but no one knows which ring goes first so there's a proposed purpose to lurch against and to clamber up the wall in a stall-out moment wait! she says from the sidelines but the bylines are too flashy and the methods much too cashy so there is nothing to be lost or done with just spun bits of color flying off the wheel the real deal in stolen goods and paper cuts disgusted by their own disregard hardened by disappointment the anointment with annoyance spread oily over your pores and scoring twice as fast as your hands can carry you toward the goal for the whole reason to ask last month is that trust rusts easily in a watering can neighborhood and i have got to get a different jacket to rack up the points because no one is winning anyone over and the way the rings don't phone and the lips clone former words into absurd derision leads to division from the present and collapsing on the past into a future unsutured together just flapping loosely into truthfully wayward directions without correction because anything could happen now and how and why will be undefined until the newest edition is out and the shout on the street is that the sun's in the east but no rising will be surprising until the answers meet their makers and the questions shake their takers