justwrite 8 april delayo

looking to create some wilderness there's a barrier between carriers two tons or more and the storage space intended to erase disgrace from the steeplechase i have a horse in this race followed by a dogcart and there are chickens and there are eggs but i have pegged enough legs to get by for now and how can time be backward earning no points on anyone's license it's a spice meant to be served cold but hold on and fall back to keep track of the consequences the rinses and the repeats and the defeats are not worth handing over i will keep them in my drawer coring out the apples and stapling together the weatherbeaten mittens smitten with their own frosty smiles and those tie-together pompoms running along the open road and exploding birthdays into the present hesitant like a pheasant and apologetic like an apoplectic wordmaker