justwrite 28 march internot delayed

if this was february there would be could be no tomorrow the show would be on the road the explosions already subtracted from the budget i practice my art in misshapen cartwheels happy that when the time comes i will be able to life off to fly to sigh gracefully into the air in a complicated set of moves no contusions or illusions no chains springs attached on me the real thing bringing smiles to all and to all a good night delighting in the end of the page and hungry for another there's a southern exposure worth seeking worth peeking toward on the other side of the blackboard stored up for an accidental holiday the kind with ears of corn and fireworks and the circus is in town but i am drowning in swamps and also with work and my kneejerk reaction is to cancel the contraction of a weekend squeezing out the deep end and landing in the middle of a rustic country pond spawning fog in the dark and parking a number of nearby movements just in range of the presumption something strange is underway staying on the porch the light across the night torches the trees pressing their shadows farther this way as if the night ink can't stay on its own side spilling across to our springchilled bodies decided against cold