justwrite 22 may

hear that train is there is around some other bend in the fork some new york version of storks inverted like pyramids in a journalistic scheme teeming with headlines and lining up bread instead of rhymes there is no dough in such flow no season for made-up reasons squeezing into order to sort out doubt and with enough clout i could rule the clouds i could live more loudly but who wants to hear what's here there are places that are not under my feet and i would like to meet them up close with books in my hands and looks in my eyes the brows have it the dang nab it and let us all close each other's eyes in surprised disguise worrying about apostrophes and their makers are you ready to meet yours for breakfast tomorrow no surcease of sorrow no day after the novel ideas unfold let me record you let me zoom through the options adopting an upstairs apartment with a balcony a backporch barbeque possibility a rocking chair sharing the air with sweet tea fumes the loons on the lake the mistakes in the bakery we can all take our turns slowly washing the whipped cream out of our hair and wondering where we've gotten to after talking through reasonable decisions and forcing collisions with jealousy and other such wastes of time i am happy with the life you're leading i am reading more i am thinking of seeing some shrinking in my teeth expanding my eyes and disguising once again the disguise