justwrite cinco de mayo

art starts from the end of the beginning steps up backward into the unheard the disturbed version of events shuffled into immense piles and married down the aisles out of style with tea the chamomile scene not sweet enough too tough to stuff full of shells a ricotta cheese beach you oughta see within reach of the next station the destination line up toward the flood we should all rise up and truck it together the weather has got something to say about itself because why not it's got to be mentioned and all the trenches overflow with unmentionable concerns counting down someone else's days the way to stay in shape draped in sheets and meeting no demands shaking empty hands branded with ironsteel flinty eyes surprised by the revelation when the change in the station brings out new information and it's no vacation in this seat believe me and excuse these absences the lapses as collapsing concerns burn holes in the stoles you all wear to graduation and the frustration is reaching out and finding your own hand stretching back from the dark or into the night recognizing all the fingers the bringers of rings and tones and no notes worth the rehearsals the performance the conforming confirmed bets left on the table unstable as a decision meeting another collision on the way down the underground sounds fresher than illusion the truth which is fusion of lies summarized in their innocent eyes disguised again by an open book and looking for closure and under-exposure a car alarm into the mic and the spike in dips has dripped lower again scanning a barcode and picking up the tab