justwrite 21 march

sitting in the kitchen having bitten off more than i could choose with any encouragement the first burst meant for giving and living it up knocking it back and down and around the corner the reformer and the ladder stepping it up a cup full of copper tones and bones rezoned like a catalonian salad dressing messing up the prescription listing the ingredients in an expedient manner chattering up the saturn and ringing up the planets planned by holst and hosted by the most splendid arrangement of cages meant for keeping out and not in and a sink or swim situation spiraling out from a destination unnamed and reframed in ashamedly nonsensical unmentionable stories the glories of a recorded blessing stressing the lessons of the past and the clash of the titanic manic impressives lookatme lookatme see my strength of jaw and caw of crow and eye of newt and that sort of thing shuffling through the minutes to thin it out and doubt where the time will end and if my friends can extend the greeting into the meeting of the mindfulness and the forgiveness the bigness of heart let me depart from the normalcy of language to banguage it all together safely and sweetly and with justice for all