justwrite 5 january

watching the hours power up through the forecast holding a spoon to dip into a broken bulb and draw out a yolk with a white right hand calling all kettles and roger roger breaker broken stalker stocken and other words that are not real for so it goes and so on with the phonies and their homies frying all up those deadlines crispy in the bread and toasty on the roast instead of alternate circumstances dancing the trances fit to call the tune for the violin you play has sprung flowers has caused hours of damage to the pattern static in problematic pneumatic tubes sneezing through the stations passing infectious mailings through the slots bought and sold for with tender stomachs the troubles among us amounting to donuts with all their holey rolling pins knocked over by the ball at midnight breakdancing with shoes on glassy trashy feet meeting the pavement in cold chance no dance for those times those minutes spinning it to straw calling out for gold and holding each precious moment figurine in between confused thumbs and other such digits like three and me you've got to see before you close your eyes for i have got a deal to chew with you and i think you'll like where this is going