justwrite 21 january

hullo there i am speaking to you from the day and the end of the way forward which is not to say we are moving backward but the track you've set upon here is clearly not reconcilable with the trial full of motion the hocus pocus devotion to pleasing the seasons and smiling as they file in each to its own merry little ferryboat all across the moat and up the steps leaping as we've leapt into disregard hardening our shells and preferring instead to sleep earlier and the worrier in me says are you kidding you've got to be shot to see shockingly clear imagery pouring out of the cannon and into an alarming trajectory we please ourselves and we freeze our shelves in pursuit of cahoots always wanting to be in always dreaming of cold tin and aluminium cans the scans revealing brains and drains always like we once belonged to there we get back to we thought we were women were men were misunderstood a neighborhood of scholars and scavengers looking for the right citations the light everlasting trashing the recycling and bicycling back onto the stage left and right and good night and luck through all clovers to all comers and when will the hummers get the words right and when will the bright fade into knowledge the colleges of our feet so many steps ahead in a different direction an anthropological collective