justwrite 16 july

soar spicy clouds above the zigzag sky there are try and do and you know which matters more than a hatter there's nothing to make a mistake no cake to take to the bake-off i am sorry for your self-attachment i am ready for your health to improve for your figure to lose all sense of itself for your stealth mode to explode into obvious nouns like blatancy and the sounds you see are out of here are too clear to be forgiven too shorn to be short-shriven i have gone on long enough i have a tough-talking blister but no sister of mine will define thursday as friday as i did in my heyday and there's no way to curb that marker to park that starter in the fire to wire a liar to speak the truth to regroup into dependency your tendency to alarm me lends indecency to my view of you and it's true the booth has suggested a different spot for the light but i'm too tight behind the ears to cheer such fears to imagine the years will give arrears or other incidental words into the absurd the butterfly shoes the breakfastless tests and what's next remains to be seen and it's an itch between my nose and my brain that threatens to stain my memory and this will be the last class the mad dash to the hatter and a minimum of chatter in my mental matter scatters nostalgia for the present into a hesitant pheasant the state bird of a herd of cows tired now and slowing their lowing i am imbalanced i am entranced by the chance to mutiny i will not be here today it may be i fade away i crave to stay a continuance a deliverance from delivery the shivery silver of a blister gone i am coming along and so is the rabbit