justwrites 20 may

hello kitty anna karenin and russian literature in general wonder why you're doing that the cat the hat the reasons why i wish surprise would try harder would wonder would wander like panda bears without cares staring into storefronts and wondering what bears want maybe leaves or trees or freeze kind when it still existed before being ripped off the map collapsing the sign of the times the noisy rhymes chiming backward into an absurd lack of strength not worth mentioning like noise in the hallway waking up early with nowhere to go no racket to match to catch the serve swerving in and out of sleep wandering deeper into steeper slopes hoping the ropes will be strong enough to catch each batch baked up an apple pie caked up chalked up to opportunity the film we see playing in our heads instead of reality and there's you and me with a canopy of stars incidental guitars and crickets playing gently with invented chords the words too heavy for such a gentle scene teeming with warmth in the cool air faring well and telling all those truths to the moon


you lizard your gizzard's hanging out doubting whether this will make any sense will relieve any tense moments the show must go on the dark must re-dawn in long drawn-out hours powered by caffeine and dreams the themes of a thousand novels blooming new ideas there are reasons and there are raisins and they all need their time in the sun letting go of another hand but landing on two feet anyway the say you have the vote you grab like a cab taking you down the block the rock and a hard place chasing stray dogs for their suppers the tupperware i gave away i live to play provider i will send you all the everything i can fit in this box i will lock each stocking barrel whaling the way forward each step and onward there are no words to offer that haven't been coughed up not sloshed around not drowned in open-windowed apartments playing the parts meant for other players i will turn those pages will quash those rages by stages i will speak my mind and someone else's besides i will not hide my face to erase tears there are years that will pass and the grass will still grown the rivers flow and birds in their absurd metaphors will fly on will dawn bright ideas will open up cups and spill them over there are clovers and there is luck there are days that go on a little too long there are minutes i can't wait to begin it's the hesitation frustration the communication between hope and the present there is no tense that's not imperfect we in our own conjugation awaiting segregation from chances we will dance on three feet instead of four ignoring the obstacles and cashing in our tickets buying sandals instead heading in a different direction from our feet to the south to the east and into bed under the covers which are clouds and gently loud enough to soften the results catapulting silence into sweettea and telling me what i want to see is shared and we are never alone


wolves eating buffalo know why they're doing it but we're brewing it up in our heads instead of warming up some other way and i have to say i'm not displeased whether the buffalo have wings to string along to right like wrongs undone give me a glue gun and i will go to the moon i will cry open tunes and wander into the waitstaff asking for caf and not de asking for free passes out but not the floor not to restore like an artifact a cataract too close to repose in comfortably i can see the solution i can unite the nations i can untie the space and its seeming dreaming the answers into teaming up with each other and collaging a mother into another source of answers prancing like dancer a vixen like blitzen eight tiny reindeer and one with red instead of black nosewise keeping that bleeping doppler on course no sports or points just disjointed efforts toward winning spinning right out of control a whole stroller full of noises and none of them are real just recordings rewarding each listener's phones full of heady breadcrumbs chasing trails into the woods no failing to be good no building cabins for the rabbits have crazy habits and also two B's though not to be spelling wrong is the question is the lesson we should carry along strong-arming weaknesses from the obliquenesses of angles strangling every noise annoying the toys played with in your cynical view no truth you can keep in your pocket no teeth to lock it's too late to state claims to make names for yourselves you and what elves will carry that weight a long time it's the wrong crime to waste in my space