justwrite 27 january

i am waiting for the drying for the lying to line up and cry out crop up and into different directions the prepositions proposing where in relation to the chair each part should be each party should see its voting block take stock of the candles burning up the night and lighting out the take-in fried rice the nice tablecloth and the sloth with all its toey glory the story that i was telling you through the door has turned around again and is heading for the exit the fire escape the take on me and take me out for it's one two franz and you and who's to say the rain's to blame when it's the same forecast for tomorrow and the car over there has no snow to spare but the roads explode into black wetness the tetanus shot has not been gotten and so how can we survive to drive into the night and the morning full of warning again storming through our productive lists we cross off bits and take larger bites chewing up the morning with stretches and the wretched part is the list laughs last and casts a shadow backward wavering through caffeine dreams and uplate states of disrepair i have some plans and you think you can clean me up but you can not take me out this time and this dime is not to be used to call this time is a cannon ball and all the king's horses will look at it and think to quit and wonder well what are we supposed to do about that?