justwrite 8 february

when i am done toasting the post of the down the drowning bats with baseball hats will cry out foul! and fowl! and the dowels trying to keep things straight will reschedule all their dinner dates and wait for the paint to dry for the eggs to fry future generations into conversations not worth tending and the mending tree has been lending me these books i cooked last year and to steer clear of the controversy would be worth the time to be would be a splendid way to see the world to hurl a girlish laugh with an autograph of flashing lashbulbs the eyes have it and all they want is an oyster a cloistered pile of pancakes and no mistakes to take away cakes and rake leaves away like diseases but please the court and myself too i'll present you with clean dishes and occasionally granted wishes and if that will be enough then i'll bluff my way out of homework out of planning out of scanning the week for a chance of friday of a wide-wayed path the sideways math adding up the scandalous numbers humming into suggestive rhyme schemes gleaming in tomorrow's new light the bright and the beautiful the quiet and the dutiful and my books aren't overdue to you my looks are brewed in decaf and the laugh that laughs best passes silent stress tests by besting the bending and lending missing links to your sausage vertebrate assuaging your sway to weigh less heavily on your steadily packing pace