justwrite 8 may delayo

what's up your crawlspace there's no face worth erasing more than yours the bores stored up in your stories make multiple choice seem glorious i have no idea why you have no idea but it seems to me you seen to be in a funk clunking along the livelong day no way to reach the present just hesitant stalling in the past with a dash of future tense the unmentionable rental properties adopting the time from misaligned spines cracking backs like a maximum attack by chiropractors changing the state of our union into contusions of awkward designs and crooked straights waiting for a royal flush for hush money for the pot to call the kettle back from the stove for a grove of trees to bloom in the breeze of forgiveness the bigness of heart even through the dark parking in lots and dotting all i's the eyes you up the cupping of hands to grasp sandy command drifting away into the waves which imply summer the number of plans standing in mind lining up to earn calendar time aching for rhyme and more space with the perfect embrace close enough to matter to fend off all disaster to rattle no one's cage and to face the upcoming with a watermelon smile always in juicy style

hammer time drops a dime to the past blasts the clash of reason and fads bad to some bone grown out of step having leapt some tall building in a single bound a frown resounding too loudly no you can't touch this bliss couldn't eat it up with a million spoons ready to swoon into the future to suture together feathers and make birds the words unforgivable having been forgiven living large and encouraging discouraging news to be gone like a lake and woe to the one who takes that cake who breaks the bank and tanks a lot more than anyone can chew can blow off the handle at you can brew a bean from parts unseen a caffeinated dream to steam your senses immense drenching of relief as the end is reached beaching no whales blowing breeze in the sails to great avail still available and salable to the right bidder for after dinner