justwrite 14 august

shipping lip to the far far east but also south puts me in doubt of customs of officials of riddles beyond borders and the fences that court disorder and cordon off bleu keeping away the sadness from the glasses so we cannot see too closely although mostly i have been thinking about the lights and the night how they come beyond calling stalling for nothing and pushing into consciousness the reflection out of mirrors while the chase goes on into the dusk the dawn the pawns moved about shuffled into duffel bags that stand up right on the opposite end that pretend to show progress more or less sage than green or in between tan and khaki the tacky pretense of adventure i have never been i have no less knowledge now i have no cows for that cash no yards for the dash i am imagining that someone has been listening i am fooling myself into melting you are shaking your head and laughing at me and this is what i see and now i know and i wish and i fish for dishes without red and i wind up eating white white tan beige we are the pancake dreamers we have no regard for color for beets for asparagus the terrorists will win without fries and the lies will triumph again i am tired of waiting for whatever i am waiting for i am ready for these days to be done although i will miss them when they are