justwrite 1 january

floundering like a fish in the senate wondering how many representatives it takes to make your eyeballs stall out on one side of your head instead of leering around the crown and through the roof to tooth through the facts to salt through the hatch and catch a falling star in your locked pocket burning right on down to the cotton gotten cold it has and shoulders blab their secrets into the setting sun coming undone and what you do in loud i do in quiet with words smeared into the blanks the crank turned but the shapes long gone having fallen off their horses and ridden away into the white the antelope that can't elope and why should they who'd want to stew in that pot so to speak to keep the wolves from howling around the clock and locking up the pictures pouring out measure for measure of old incan treasure streamlined through the stanzas the glamorous push of metal on rental cars as long as you've got insurance let's show them how it blows by the windmill on a cloudy afternoon when all the peas are picked and all the stamps are licked but never enough to send a way to lend the hay to make the cow that drinks the milk from jack's house the mouse sat inside of and the rooster trimmed the hide of but wide-eyed try-its laugh in half-cynical primitive pencil piles smiling up the miles and turning the other page