justwrite 31 july

madder than hatters and those are some pretty crazy cats up smiling in the tree up standing in their fields yielding information that saving grace that leads to the chase the case of the joint and the wheezing of the sneezing surprising without reasons the circumstances when such forbidden dances were held in the basement a space meant for another retired oven-fired pizza wood could have caught the rap but the cheese stood alone and the scones are hours away just the night and a table and a catalog of able-bodied do-badders kool-aid and twister there are risks here and the employees in hoboken have got to have spoken about this in awkward syntax no one's paying no one's gaining just a few shiners short of a fight but the steak's all right already and steady on the arrow going all those miles per hours there is corn and there is chowder but the power stews up powder blue up around the corner the warming trend lending the faith of a disappeared race the case notwithstanding the landing strip not cleared for take-off in a paradoxical toxic garbage dump the slump overwhelming at the helm the captain's wheel squealing for another chance a dance again the standing out of touch and the budget much too rough for such a gentle soul the rigamarole put through like a ringer like spaghetti like a stringer of hair of pears and ginger tea iced like the rice of moist air pushing wetly through the nighttime windowscreen