justwrites 19 may

birds and bees shake their knees to wicked tunes under the moon and around the corner the warning signs passed and lasting straight on through 'til morning dawning brighter on writers of tall tales and flailing fluently ready to go anywhere but not sure how to get it done to come unspun like a wheel congealing in unsteady spaghetti shaky on the literacy a confederacy of dunces just bunches of bananas going people up the steeple and into the sky higher than reason more loyal than treason i have seen the seasons and i have requested summer i have put in my number and drawn out the cash sufficient to last past the future always there always where we want to be the seven seas grieving the loss of the eighth waiting for the mission bells to peal to feel free and easy like a lark in the park after dark i have no need of food i live on this attitude this reliance on defiance will get you nowhere will play you foursquare none the richer for a stitcher of souls back together the heads under the weather are hidden forever like multiple choice answers by rhythm and blues dancers i have asked for some forgiveness i have baked three pies and the only surprise is the lack of surprise the reason why is the look in those eyes that are brooked by disguise a rough-edged river growing bigger by the minute safely swimming with you in it filling up falling over and over five-leafed clovers sending a little too much luck to be trucked to the dump to be grumpy in a chain gang and ankle bracelet notwithstanding a work assignment for grand-standing every inch squinched onto the big screen wearing those blue jeans like a waking dream full of the uncovering of discovery


get your hands out of your pockets and climb that ladder and rhyme that adder with a chute a caboose spruced up by pine-sol worth calling out to in the light of a bright visor none the wiser for having thought it out in advance having danced around a mulberry bush with a blueberry push broom i would like to send some mail right now i would like to entail future earnings with a burning desire for accomplishment i will call a shrink and go out for drinks like sun tea like catching me up with myself which means washing dishes which means imagining fishes in a tank on a blank slate waiting for its turn to be washed i have quashed all hopes i have forsworn remote ropes worth a lonely ice cream truck in the dark let us eat again with our hands no grease on the wheels just stealing the feeling just wheeling and dealing but what if i stopped and flopped off the rhymes climbing onto a smooth plane no pain the strain could be enormous could deform us and our efforts the words would be the best test for the rest of my entries the worries about dust rusting away untrustworthy in the swervy silence i am sampling my day i am wondering come what may wandering in tune with june and off-track toward a west-coast rap trapped in a cap gun undone by social niceties and the life you please to thank is banked on the river quivering with changes and making all the cents that a bill will when given the opportunity the immunity of the wrong strong-armed salvation saving only united nations will lead us not into federation into degradation but on into a book the looks from which are alluring curing ills like spilling over wonderlust the must and the must not having gotten all trussed up