justwrite 20 february

i am tightly wound and i've found wounds at unexpected corners where i thought there were two lanes for passing notes and bloated boats are stuck in the gutters scuttling with t-rex arms too charming to be reasonable just a seasonable farming alarm in the corners of my eyes and the surprise is that the rise in pressure is measurable though hardly pleasurable and when i raise my eyebrows i raise the stakes and the tent flies away the mosquito tries to play but no one wants those lines no one sings those rhymes electric or slide or otherwide trailers the doublewide sailors with their minty fresh stresses i am thinking of you and you know i mean it and i'll clean it out of the locker with the shocking pink rink around the rosie pictures the cheeks flushed with flash the clash of my noise and your calm and my downfall and your curtain call i am clapping for you and you are on stage and the rage and there is no cage that can rhyme necessarily here and last night i had a dream that seemed to mean something but it was my two high schools and i was going back to the old one and the blue and the gold one although they both were and the closer i get to sleep the more clearly the view creeps back to me reaching over the corner into a triangle pose indisposed at the moment but waiting for a donut and a reason not to go