justwrite 3 february

get rid of that scowl scrawled across your face erase the grimace replace the innocent forgiveness the bigness of heart darting through the open door and once more into the breach beyond the reach of tidings of comfort and joy oh boy and again the scan scams a rambling few a skeleton crew rowing rowing rowing their boat gently down past the screaming eels the steaming plates of dinner beginning again and again stranded in certainty the hurtin' these three kings of orient are shuffling out onto the snouts of pearly swine coming before throwing and hoeing before growing gardens in the fall weather the letter sent to warn of a coming storm is scorned into disbelief the relief of bleating lambs into fingers the soft the stress test passed the personality failed to no avail no letter A interests matched to letter B twinsets the rest is on the half beat not the line break the line breaks itself into two and three and we are surprised by the eyes that look back from the closet and under the bed instead of dust bunnies or hurricane leaves there're missing sleeves and the breeze is much too steady to allow the boat to drop the beat to rock the casbah the treasure trove of roving digits the biggest in the threes like the hundreds in the trees freezing their lakes like shiny mistakes breaking off like ice like conversation when someone else someone wrong walks in and spins eyes to knit disguises of youthful truthful convalescence the soap bubble essence of a leave worth taking