justwrite 25 july

rolling over pleasantly into sleep the hills are made of food and good thoughts buy what's bought firsthand under the command of newlove above all concentrated like juice like the loose nuts bolted into butter the peanuts have got mothers too although the dirt is hard to see past clashing into classist slogans hulking hogan out of his house and mousing around his home and i am almost ready to move along but the songs have no words or at least i have heard some confusion on this point these joints are rusty and the crust of the rye bread is dark instead of alternating like a station without a generator just a pizza cutter and a muttered prayer or curse as the hearse drives by whiling away hours and glowering away space as i yawn in place i am considering the benefits of the new or the strengths of the current these noodles are the future with this bite i ignite robots and cannonballs forward into the outside swamp the damp clamps squeezing down the dressing gown i have given you has delivered through the jams into the jellies yelling helterskelter and forgetting all the choruses the girls swirling their aprons all through the mill willy nilly as they bake forgotten cakes and sideways scones too close to home to eat those onions imagining the lingering without the mints