justwrite 4 january

when everyone comes for dinner i will make cookies but they can bring their fingers along for the ride and to have and to hold cocoa around the rink sinking into frozen food aisles marrying each pea and princess caressing the soap and hoping against coleslaw that the sense will ooze out at the end of each sentence but with no repentance there's no punctuation and the congregation prays and pays and no one stays to hear the moral of the story for the glory is in the telling and the yelling behind eyelids cries dry kids and also grownup goats boating through the trash to cash in on taste wasted in plastic bags on rocky crags grabbing for leftovers and shoving the rest into stew brewing up a headache and i thought you might get one so i took it instead putting to bed all thoughts caught up in the hooks i never shook down that tree this year and the dear headlights in my bright nights keeps me from sleep traps my escape fakes the season and now the reasons are clearer darker lazier leaving me bleaker hazier crazier but when the green is growing leaner then the schemes i've planted will lead enchanted paths to elsewhere caringly watered with sweetplanted feet we are ready i am ready let us begin again begin