justwrite 10 may

crushed down grass passes lapses traps shoots and fires all the sticks up in a candleflame flicker the vicar is coming to tea in a different country and there is no time like this time this rhyme charges out of like a gate fated to be open at the right moment i'm a strong proponent of privacy but piracy of such decency is up to the highest bidder in these parts and i will close my eyes if it will keep me disguised i am trying to remind you of how it was never before and the story as it goes pre-supposes that i have gotten my money back on track with the letters sent and double-stuffed with scented presence the peace of mind to buy a pie with creamy lines of reason grilling our thrilling moments closer into summer when we will sleep with deep breaths lines in the sand there are too many lines to command them out of this pile while i am leaning toward sleep looking before i leap and keeping up with the tromboneses the joneses having left the building as they have every right to do and between me and you there is too much space let's chase each other's tales into the next scene no splitscreen for this one just green and clean and waiting