justwrite 17 march

comfortable captions the entrapment of collapsing numbers bugging the honey off the trees and freezing the digestible triangles the space between the green and the green again the scene you've seen to look beyond to abscond with to double-check your intellectual capacity the audacity of sound the drowning and the clowning and all the red noses the roses growing beyond their potential which everybody has the razzleberry pies and the skies as the limit the toxic beginning it's swimming in like asking for forgiveness before the bigness of heart starts beating sense keeps changing tense like a clenched fist that fits in the past and all goodwill willing will fit in the future the suture as my favorite word to fit there to admit square pegs into round drowning proxies the epoxies and their shiny glasses their useless but exotic phrases phasing in glimmers of hope of remote chances glancing in the mirror and filling up ads piling over clover with four leaves and no waiting overstating the questions and undergrasping the lessons in the trenches the third dimension much too real to feel a part of to start a chart of where x equals zero and the hero of the situation can't grasp the gravity and bring it all down two steps a few reps more and channel four is at your door and begging for the inside scoop as your drooping oregano laughs on the windowsill and vaguely suggests water when you get the chance when the sun comes around