justwrite 10 august

i am waiting for the dating to take place for the carbon to interface with the lions trying on for size the lies the dens the language twisted with an extra tongue strung along backward i am worrying myself into a sweat but not yet not now and how you have it all lined up is fine is just wine for the cheese as we always say as we play our heartstrings in broken melody the trouble the bubbles wandering up through the water hotter and hotter dripping down the glass a class act an action lawsuit a pinstripe number like three and the trial we can see coming a mile away but the evidence we always have to save until the end until your friends reveal themselves to be not quite as squeaky clean not quite as in between jobs as you may have surmised in a couple dozen eyes not dotted not quite trotted out to pasture faster than disaster i am calling out my own name with the frame already up the cup overflowing i am sewing the garden and my knuckles harden with cracking stacking the deck against me the hiccup tree blooming again as the strands are braided with hands that've faded into omniscience i know all i need to have known earlier but it's too late for the dinner date reminders i have set my alarm i have set off the alarm i am harming nothing but time which is fine because there's always more where that ticks off