justwrite 29 june

deciduous spleens stream along merrily sparing the good bits and filtering out the bad and it's too sad to have had a nickel for every pickle you swallowed last tuesday but the truth of the way is to stay on track is to counteract the running to rustle up some cunning gators the staters of the union the constitution notwithstanding like that grinding finding its way to our ears to eat up our fears of silence our self-reliance is tested out coasts are east-wested and what i want to know is where did you go this weekend and were all your eggs scrambled though i'm rambling through these lines there are times when my mind's going and my pencil's blank the tank is more than half full the brain is less a cap full than a head empty and the humpty dumpty unicorn spurns off all scorn and clatters like a matter the distance the resistance is too little the bits too fickle to hold back at the gates too late to wonder where the sense is to imagine if the tense is past or present the future sutured to each strand hand over heart over mind over matter and the splatter of unnamed colors triumphs over all others no matter if the picture was in black and white all through the night the writing on the window calls out for differentiation the space in between dreams gleams a cool light and delights as the sconces dim and the roses trim back expectations and head toward beyond