justwrite 4 february

swimming in a thin film of photography hoping there's no flash hoping no cash exchanges hands in the expanding expense account suits all shiny and stretchy like sharks in the park barking up the wrong express lane and what i mean to say is that there is so much you know and you know how that goes and rows up the wrong boat downstream theming mixed text messages in multiple choice voices the throats wrote more than the eyes could say that day my friend and the feel of the smell yells strawberries and cream in my bloodstream donated to all the iron pumps the lumps in other peoples' stomachs as they wonder where the butterflies have gone and the flowers and the hours that once stretched out forward forewarned of work but jerking into activity too slowly as the list goes on off the beat and the street treats its own denizens to the messages of stress testing the yellow line and what side should be good enough to hold its own and what one way is the best to lessen the load the flow of traffic too graphic for a novel too stately for a hovel and the answer is yellowgreen in the springtime but this is a riddle and to fiddle with that violin before the gift horses its mouth in the eye is to spy a crime made of rhyme and to wonder where the wandering will lead