justwrite 11 may

world's biggest roller coaster east to wester the bester of the worst unrehearsed and ready for actual satisfaction hidden in the grass and the leaves a sense of disbelief no grief for the future unsutured from past mistakes easing off the brakes and raking in the rewards no hoarding just storage in the think tank the memory bank not worth breaking no faking those feelings reeling in buttercups and text lest the appearance of distraction at the door lead us to abhor change rearranging the lines into lazy loops while lions cry on each others' shoulders for the lack of sleep keeping counsel as each announcer proclaims fluency for all and advice galore agreement errors and more which are too mundane to frame in this enterprise i would like to start again i would like to depart from the parking lot with ice cream in mind redefining an afternoon ready to swoon in tune in turn with each burning sun strung along a necklace reckless and eager while beleaguered trolleys activate dollies and lift each fated crate onward toward its dinner date with consumption making something out of nothing some thoughts shushing each other out of the queue and believe you me there are trees that grow to hold up the sky that store dynamite at their roots computing the range of bottle rockets ticking and tocking it's too early to tell where they'll gall once we all go down and crown that chakra deep into the earth but for what it's worth i have no idea where we'll go with freedom how it leads to numbness and the wishes that come true when the sky turns blue from whatever it was before ignoring the rest and accepting each test as a chance to romance the future