justwrite 24 july

i am thinking now of how to cast doubts how to make doughnuts out of molehills how to overcome what's underwritten by wrongly smitten critters of the past the trash has yet to go out the cash has yet to come in the thinning of such things has yet to begin i will tell you i smell the wrists of a thousand writers in it they are scheming dreaming up plotting as we would say and you could take a walk in the dark just ambling along and suddenly your childhood sweetheart would suddenly exist suddenly yes billy collins that it would be right in front of you and you would know who it was despite the passage of time and you are as beautiful your sweetheart is as beautiful as a crayon in every color at just the right moment for the number birds will sing and laugh at themselves with hilarious abandon it is too hot out to consider the within as the going thing but last night i had too much caffeine the tea too black with mint and no hint of the settings i was neglecting to imagine the right state of affairs no one cares when you're waiting to be waited for and when you leave they check their sleeves to be sure for sometimes you are in the hair the cares tucked away we are the zoo we are the watchers i have eaten all the dust i can plant the soil is organic the transmission automatic when you know that i am coming you will see that i have gone i have something to say i have nothing to pay for except today but also tomorrow looks to be greener by the minute i will recycle my thoughts caught backward in the spin cycle promising to slip up