Wednesday, May 6, 2009

justwrite 6 may

in the future i will style myself after a different mile marker the park in the dark keeping all the grass wet can bet that i won't light it up after the race chasing myself from the line of dust rusting as my finger draws through a pail of water a pale reflection of attention once given and now driven to fly by night the situation a sandwich of lettuce and nothing else i can not get a good bite i can not surmise the sky's intention from this direction all i can imagine is the wax peeled off my fingers stinging my eyelids as they close i grow tired of myself and my health is too good for comparison with the dares called in and truthed through the phonebooth i would like to take a class to take a pass from all these possible signals bringing alarm to the fire station creating a nation of movers out where the trucks pull up and one heady duck says thank you i have come for your everything if you will please step aside and the bill turns into a clever joke at which i will poke fun but come undone at the same time and the rhyme that aligns here wonders what the new year will bring and what songs who will sing under what stars the guitars out of alignment and the sign meant to tell you all the keys freezing up in an indelicate pose nose to the hindsight and biting off more wall than anyone can paint and the tainted soup has got a lot to answer for and please ignore me when i make sounds unless they are apologies i can not be anyone else and the shelf is overfull with reasons but i have seasons left to turn turn turn and the burning desire to light fires against the light to shut off the candle to handle the darkness better is no wetter for the rain is no softer for the pain of projection the future will lessen these lessons or teach something i can not plan for and to stand for more of the same would be insane so i'm looking for the off switch to twitch to and hurry you out of worry

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