justwrite 3 april

now is the time of night when i bite off a chewful of wonder and sleep in until the cows suggest otherwise coming home all hours of the scoured potatoes debating full well and all and stalling into the elsewhere the parties hearty and otherwise echoing coldly on my wrists but the twist of the matter is the scattered tendency toward dependency and i am doing my best to arrest that sort of development in an envelope meant for two more stamps around the corner i am waiting for lawrence ferlinghetti to channel me in reverse on channel seven at four in the afternoon on monday when my words will be velvet and the revolving doors will close will dispose of the transitions between missing hours and the time we ought to spend on watering such lending trees the breeze blowing by without even a word to the contrary dairy intolerant of the itinerant sailors whaling wild words forward again the scan reveals plants and trances and there is something to be said for being elsewhere and in our foursquare garden i am growing beans and concern burning up the bridges i planted last year and before and storing fat against a winter that has yet to be determined i am worming my way into progress messing up all those questions and suggesting an alternate ending before i've read the original i'm just not ready to turn the page