justwrite 26 january

last year the clear steering is widely recognized the despised reprisal is surprisingly blank the tank of where the banks once rested on the river the givers of calmness and the risk of balmy breezes blowing through the truth and where the people speak the bleak forecast of states and dates within a society the bland crayons coloring into brightness the right confusion of the left illusion and what i want to know is how glowing is that rose where will the snap be in the sugar peas and the trees bend with the flow where no one's given a chance to trance through the station and the way i see it the pizza's made of triangles the mangled wrangling of jeans and the themes we address on our envelopes with stamps and the camps that suggest we can't be trusted our rusted brains staining our fingers as we linger along the way the play's the thing and the ring of the stinger the ringer on the horseshoe curve right along the train track the opened-up eyes spying through the windows of your feet your soles your bowled-over hats and haircuts the guts the fringe hinging on your expectations and the raisins dry up into reasons worth seasoning with salt the occult and the gestalt the fried freud and the hoy-palloy wondering how and ahoy