justwrite 31 march

capitalizing letters no need for sweaters but the better taste is laced with flowers and smells and the spices like rices of all flavors to savor under fingers lingering into sticky memories the freezer and the ice block talking back and forth like the scene of last resort the moonlight delighting in fantasy in fancy dress a revolutionary mess of revolving doors the trains the glorious stories and the secrets answered the chances heard and misspoken in token looks at mishandled books and a boy and a girl squirreled away into nature sated with waking dreams and lullaby scenes unsighted ignited by language a market street full of delicacies in gentle arrangements a steady stage sent for and set forward into the past blasting dramas pausing commas in the middle of the next diagnosis a new psychosis strange and beautiful and warm underwater like a fatherless story and a summer without sleep