justwrite 22 february

with more apologies than the seas than disease can hold feeling sadly madly out of place of sorts resorting to a pathetic dialectic repetition the transition between me and me and what it's all about why the shouts from my loud mouth must constantly echo seem to beckon for something more than listening but what guess could best the stress of interpreting the stagnation of ideas and i just can't fathom how to grab them up out of the net to catch and scratch out that fever that hot salt behind my eyes crying out doubts and spouting combinations for locks the shocks can't handle and the recall for sandals the summer deemed too far off but what will it be when it comes and how numb can these fingers be to snap pencils like icicles heavy with melting sense then crashing to the bench the street below hoping that no one is caught hoping that the bought and sold commitments worth no more than a pittance in reason are worth easy treason but feeling the season oncoming like water running cold and still colder in the shower by the hour hoping to fill the chill to replace the face and place a vase filled with something clearer in front of the mirror and when i apologize don't try those eyes that tender surprise feigned and the problem renamed as nonexistent for why such resistance for why such a wind winding straggly hair into my eyes and the disguise of reason wears thin sinking to swim and floundering in the deep end while pushing away from the edge thank you anyway