justwrite 25 april

and where did you spend the night which hand holds your heart too tight to let go the blood flow over and above a shove gently from behind pushing into the deep end but you can swim and limbs flail with relief the beat goes on and into the ground and i am going away i am staying out of this but my mouth is not i am caught between noise and joys and the light is too bright the candle is all i can handle but the wax too hot has got to be put away in a drawer the lines defining my place and yours and the story is the story goes and i am not there but where all the showers come down heavily the sense of irony is you will be and i will not take turns once again this is layers of meaning this is where you need to be leaning but i cannot push hard enough my heart isn't smart enough and to be silent in defiance of science is acceptable it's perplexable to imagine literature as sense but if i put my back into it i can be out of you by summer i can be away from your everything i will fall down and roll into the hill and not down it i will be taken by the grasses baked into a single layer of reason i have no such vices no niceties except for elsewhere i can not tell you the truth you already know and the wonder is the worry is you do not hear there everywhere but i am on my way and the night is closing wondering what will open