Tuesday, July 21, 2009
justwrite 17 july delayo
at 319 it started to begin but no show until 4 and then a different door at 5 to rearrive for shoes there are sights visible from the other side built to spill over into memory the downcoming toll arm a cause for alarm a time zone a missing phone taking the long way to a yellow house just south of michigan just twitch again the little gray cells the smells the raspberry funnel cake mistake the quake of trains and rain the traffic lot parking spot arriving with distant news of coming together right now and how the rain holds off occasionally then is loaded into line to dine on boxed garlic peanut noodles and guacamole with chips too easily tripping over cilantro and as we go merrily along there are songs and illustrated clouds a crowd full of substances and the dust is blowing the cows are showing through the dark there's another park and a C & D dark with all the water fit to turn into a river cruising bigger dreams and sleepy schemes in flight like swans across an open-backed shirt's back off track like the red sweatshirt man and his cup-dropping rightbeside in a crowd and smoking loudly and after scoffing at coughing but gloating on a raft of crafts grateful like elephants not playing nintendo but setting up you know a room ready made of windows
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