justwrite 10 january

the ideal design feels fine to the touch and much of what we've talked about gets swallowed out a few yards with greeting cards designed for finding rhyming times in defining moments the donuts stale and well on the way to a souffle a buffet a cabaret and other syllables that get us into a quiet corner a table by the stairs where and whyfore the glory of sweet lips rips through the covers the appetizers wireless and condensating the concentrating left to its own devices the spices of a thousand miles in distance the dilettantes suggesting misspellings welling up in your eyes tired of worrying wearily blearily conjugating the consideration into less tense versions the past and the future sutured together into a present with matching sleeves believing in a life after tomorrow which we'll call monday and we'll say that there will be other times one of which will be ten and when we are six we will pick up our cantaloupes and we will laugh heartily and make predictions that are like pencil in their pointy reckoning the crucible of useful information impossible to pass through and screw into lightbulb sockets rocking in chairs and adopting a comparative sense not worth mentioning not worth hypertensioning for very little is and a little more gives a sense of the word of the world of the squirrels hurrying into their borrowed burrows in all the five boroughs reading william s burroughs naked to the lunch and having a hunch made of acorns