justwrite 29 january

after a deep breath the lemon rests its scenty bubbles scrubbling lungs out of sorts and the cohorts in cahoots with puss in boots are all like what and i'm like yeah and so then i said keep your head and stay in bed instead to keep ahead of the game if your aim is to live through dying more slowly then you'd better rolly on over that polly wholly inconsequential the fifth dimensional transition between thoughts the movies and the UVs seeping into our sepia tones our rolling stones gathering cross-eyes and disguising our mothers' brothers as our aunts' husbands the way i see it the way you tee it there's no hole for that ball no fore for that four the tour of duty booting itself out of doubt the trout fishing in antarctica is a little tender this time of year and here we have some thoughts though we ought to be sparing the listeners instead of sharing the glisteners as we see them as we free them from our lips as they eclipse all sense of sense and don't mention it my self-mockery is no tick-tockery for you to keep time by so i'll climb by your window where you wait for sweet words and i am on my way to the roof the moon and i need more room in which to be beside you