justwrite 31 january

i tried to submit but the bits and the pieces didn't line right up didn't dine out for breakfast and pretended through lunch with bunches of mismanaged differently arranged estranged imagery the situations measured with branches the rivers the banks and the blank spaces into which these waves ripple the tripping tongues that lick the stamps that send the damp messages on their way staying out of bounds and coloring inside the lines the briny space between salt and fresh the yes and the maybe the traitors to causes not yet known the undergrown fishes and the wishes we were meant to catch the scratch above my left eye the tattoo on my future thigh the wondering why the waiting the stating of intentions the mentioning of the rules and the cool disdain for sleep creeping into a leaping lizard pose the indisposed cuticles rumpling into their turns their burned-out hats scattered into the nevermind the sales wailing out for trout or tuna and when the tallies rally like troops the four little marks and the one brave sash we will all salute as we compute and we march merrily along