justwrite 11 april

underneath the trees there were wilting petals wondering whether the weather would be fine in the future and suturing together memories of a brief past lasting into the present and it's a hesitant bunch of conjectures brokering those smokestacks but when you relapse relax and doublecheck your toes before you wreck your nose hurtling headlong into the distance the resistance you struggle against is just a chance meeting there is no greeting lasting your whole life like a knife against your side encouraging your discouragement and the faint of a surprise is worth adding up and standing back down from a frown from the north to the south and a couch full of potatoes waiting up at night for the dawn's early like to flail to fail proudly with a flag and a bag of chocolate hopscotch jumping over three and two feet on seven all good carrots are home by eleven making cakes out of molehills and if i could just get some coffee we'd talk about sense but it's just a chance to dance around the subject and if i can stay out of it i will if i can take a different pill and wake up myself i will do so i will shiver into a cold choice by myself i will wonder if there is a choice i will rejoice in that which i have awkwardly phrased and i will save myself with language