justwrite 18 january

when i won at solitaire there was a tear in the there and out came a boring pouring of ideas the trees breezing in and out of doubt about where this phone belongs and who strong-arms the light brighter than a pocketwatch swatching all the brands and standing on hands glandular and strands that were working into the night the house of aluminum stairs baring out the wherewithal calling allaboard all ignored patience and the patients who don't have any the cranny without nooks and the books that can't quit plastic the drastic measures for measures treasured in our chests besting our own phrases where yesterdays is gone you know what i mean you say what i've seen on billboards ignoring the stories the glories the drawing boards and what i want to tell you is to quell your imagined potatoes your baking grenade oh the inequity the splattered streets of painted women and carl sandburg sandbag keeping it all in place the disgrace of the chase when frozen into the salaries of greeks the teeth in their ears and where have all the blank slates gone with the writing upon the inside and hiding all guesses with flouncy dresses and bang-up hair the fairy godother pretense the past fence the birds heard from the bees and the knees far between are ready with their stickers and their socks in stock for stalkers and the ladies in their walking streets ready for half-hearted rhymes on the beats