justwrite 2 january

a suspicious twist of lemon swishes its lips its tail across the flips the prince of piping hot potato pots the bubbling-over surprises rising from the dead the mist the somewhere else carried about in storebought spots stained into the ribbon typing the writer holding the tighter reins for when they're let go the flow slows and i hold back i keep track of the details slipping out and shout loudly about the weather whether it's nice or not or even if the windows are closed the bare walls exposed in glowing relief the white panels scanning their mammals for hair and warmbloodedness the endless bliss of satisfaction resulting from a quiet extraction of sense or sensibility the hostility toward senseless ends the split the quitter's pace racing self against health and the headache that ensues when the glue's off the water bottle and the sanitation comes into question is teaching lessons to the teachers and just a stretch from the out-of-reachers too far to ask for to task more than a bargain to need more warmth than a cardigan can offer boffering the coffers with a ten-cent copper stamp ramping it up one more notch until the kettle's ready to nettle all the black cats and the scattered rats smile through their missing teeth