justwrite 28 april

i am about to write about writing while i sing a song about singing along to your own song tuning into zoos where they whoever they are try to keep your brain busy by spelling things wrong repeatedly until you defeatedly roll back over and realize you could sleep instead but being fed such lines lets you wonder who defines your times and your signs and when you sleep in philadelphia where will your fingers go cake walk gloworm the nerve of the lack of sense the fifth dimension with orange hair the kind you stare at even when it's on your own head but bruce willis kills us with his ability to break free from gravity and the depravity behind any situation the station with the frequency most desirable retirable the style full of meaning too thick for gleaning with a plastic comb the homework the circle we have to grade before we graduate in faded echoes the geckos and their insurance deploring the storage situation where the cooked books make ravioli and holey mole not the guac kind the good find at a department store brandname america red and white and bloomingdales in the spring the fling of a wallet onto the sidewalk talking about repetition i used to listen to the fishes whisper their wishes and then i was like and they were like so we didn't anymore