justwrite 9 january

the stellar compeller a propeller of a story glorying in its up and down i can't explain it to you motion devoting all of that air to staring gift horses in the mouth of troy which is a joy i can tell you like to running through the river with flipflop cannonballs following you around each bend and to pretend that you're not being chased is a hasty conclusion the forgone confusion in the idea that we're all set in stone when there's truly a lot of rolling going on the holding on of hands expanding beyond absconded fences crossing borders hoarding all the space and tasting the float of hope as it drifts into eighttextsleft time the sublime crime that is overpayment a day spent with someone else's friend lending ears to hear a story later to be retold the heart of gold song being sung with the price going up and there's no need to go down this stay this tray of cookies looking better and steadier than a pancake shakes me in my disregard wondering hard if there's anything to it and how not to brew it as a second coming a repetition of the running the forward the back two words toward the bottom of the page and i'm sorry but i'm going to have to write on that so collapse your ego and show me how it ought to be we'll see if i can incentive the right word substituting a roll for a role and the decks on hand stand ready to catch or fall