Sunday, May 3, 2009

justwrite 3 may

currently in transition i am removing my bones they are heavy and tiring i am leaving in their place shoelaces and gum at the joints to keep it mostly together and the weather i could comment upon but the dawn will break bursting in mid-air and stare straight at me through my window and whatever i'll do next is yet to be texted let alone acted out and the certainty of avoiding those predictable convictions glistens in the light of various candles unable to handle much more burning at either end but we'll pretend that the deep bends of the wicks click like ticktock box scores storing up a better wetter debtor and sending him off to prison to wizen and to work perhaps by nibbing pens or some other misunderstood vocation but it'll be no vacation to put those together to weather that leather into age to stage the fridge full of potential uprisings like the least of the yeast and the best of the rest we've tested already and i'm steady on thinking i could go on without blinking but the morning might disagree and i'm trying to keep it happy instead of yappy like a little muffintop popping into lyrics you can't hear it when the creek goes down but i could drown all boredom i don't understand it i can't currently command it like many other concepts we'll just say but i'll just stay on this side of the discussion and wonder whose cousins are leaning into the dark ages and fading into the variegated textures of misused couches

No comments: