justwrite 13 january

somehow there are not currently enough letters to complete all of the words we'll need to say the games we'll need to score points enough to play the composite index the weather these are all factors and the point in feeling overwhelmed means someone else is at the helm and that's not much help that's a flighty yelp crowding around a closed door and knocking in time with the cruising music the altitude too rude to level off the cough that could be cleaner the collar that could be greener and if you came out to play or to work or to jerk around the viewfinder the neverminder once there was a dream and it was too sleepy to wake up and the shakedown knocked out the power into the next week into a textspeak dialogue afterschool and underground hidden behind a tissue box and building paper out of blocks like bricks like the mud that could be king the ring that could be around a rosy riveting tale voting for being condoned not condemned the friend of an enemy has got to be kidding me with all of this sound this nonsense abounding beyond the realm of human decency the fleecy b-sides and the guitars starring in their own dramas their own llamas heading up the mission and stating the gains in distant strains of stranded parabolas wondering how they spilled out from math and into the path of no return after sixty days