justwrite 7 april

bouncy kangaroo a group hug bugging me in my mind defining signs of the apocalypse tripping over tongues and songs that are sung in the dark after parks have been closed and nightmares disposed of this is the truth and the roof over a stranger's head is heavier than the quilts on my bed where the quilts are quagmires expiring like milk like questions i can't answer with my eyes open hoping for suggestions from alternate dimensions there are trees and there is treason blooming with no seasons the lessons learned in unearned taste the waste of yet another discovery shuffled under the carpet and is it dark enough yet to get the bleach out to travel south for the winter splintering daydreams onto split-screen imax calculating the facts and trapping the lapse in collapsing lint traps for this is where your words go when your garden won't grow and your frozen stream won't flow

just sleeping in a creeping tin of mints shaking down my cupboards waiting for a midnight raiding and i am fading in and out of sense a dimension beyond this minute to spin it backward an absurd proposal a holy roller pair of skates stating claims and defaming trains all along the smokestack train track i have packed my luggage i have not budged since the cows left home i am roaming alone seeking a forwarding address to stress the need for preparation the designation as "adult" against the tumult of disgust the trust of a rusted carrot despairing with the carrying on the carry-out trout routed along the cargo line feeling fine designed for everlasting plastic the graphic too novel the shovel above ground and pounding the earth beneath my dirt the strength beneath the hurt and the answers for tomorrow