justwrite 13 february

supposedly average distractions lead factions of fingers to linger in pockets to stock up on bottle rockets clocking in and out and doubting that trout will stand on two legs for they have no such pegs and the dregs of my imagination stray far off from this destination the station master warning of disaster faster and trashing the blaster the toaster with the moster roasting on all four cylinders like dillinger and his escape plan scanning a scandal for sandals you can't handle a triangle with no point a disjointed hypothesis the bliss of twister with no missing hands no blisters with tanned heels revealing a feeling of disgust for we must improve our views and choose sense over confusion the illusions of power the doubt flunking out of attention and shuffled into detention and what i want to know is where i want to go is right here but with more space more time more continuum the delirium of misspelling the telling details like failing glances lukewarm romances and the luck that ducks and covers and flies north again for summer maybe some need to see the arctic sea though if you ask me that's not really summer that's a chilly-toed bummer a blunder like a bumper car too large for its lane like a stain too brewed too decaf too trashy too recycled too quiet like a riot with sunglasses on like a strong-armed mechanic panicking when the engine light goes indigo and the cost of defrost replacement from the wallet space meant for roses is growing more mild and the child who cannot listen and the stars who cannot speak seek each other out in the dark reaching for sparks with bare hands landing feet first in an unrehearsed symphony the sound of violins growing wilder