justwrite 13 april

let's go quickly please but hold your hand as you fan the flame the fire about to expire tires itself out fourwheelswise surprising the anecdotes out of sense and the sensibility is lost in the tossed salad arrangement a stage set for turnips and whatever turns up has got to be right has got to say goodnight and good luck stuck its head in the door but it closed too soon and the moon will have something to say about that the cat will have some hat to wear and all the pears will meet the cheese all the dogs will remember to sneeze and the bubbles that trouble your nose today will stay out of the way of tomorrow will pack sorrows into a row and sew carrots into your pockets in case you need them in case the customs men are packing stacks of racks and lacking legs of lamb and you can have my word for it it's absurd to store it anywhere else but here so when the coast is clear and the sand is clean then in between your city blocks we will stock our ammunition against pollution and our solutions against apparent rhymes timed in rosemary rhythms forgiving them their trespasses and staying on the right side of the double yellow line feeling fine on those tires previously mentioned in an earlier dimension but i know where you are and i like how you love