justwrite 20 june

there's three for one and one for a half with laughing in stock and in style whiling away the wild hours in between the space we've seen fit to separate into states the lines chiming different times tones clones of a clover like four parts in harmony the ceremony not waited on the lake not woebegone i will tell you something once i know it there's a way to grow it up and not out and the doubts about the trout caught in such an upstream battle leave little to prattle on about today i was asked and i told in words too big to sound my own the syllables stuck into my cheeks as if to brag about as if to doubt like serenity half-baked into pie a meringue of some sort a contorted twist in the dark when the wind came crashing down enough to drown a bridge and too big to stage a cage let me make you a cone and you can fill it with your own whistles the thistles of a backward glance caught by chance in a renegade colander i set out to float to safety like a calender clear of purpose left only with space there are chases we will run out we will hold hands and the understanding will come over us i am afraid of the empty but we will overflow with words and heard whispers answered dreams but let us not suggest otherwise until morning