justwrite 19 august

crumpled cat catches its own reflection in the wrong direction correcting for the perpendicular overture the ovaltine exposure closing over the ranks the pranks worthy of no thanks a million roses and no closure i am ready to turn the page inside out but the bouts of cold have clouded the golden sun undone by hot chocolate in the summer repetition the sass talking back to the future i am steady enough to bluff the listener always it is ready it is heading out for lunch crunching each bunch of carrots into incomparable diamonds rhyming with regret and not yet enough evidence gathered from the clues unraveled like kitten-tied yarn the farm about to have been bought caught up in intrigue and the history of the mystery takes us back to where we packed our left hands our pockets locked up with lint and glinting fingernails trailing along the mix and fixing the bets not yet ready enough to go steady and though through the steak staked like a claim on leftover dinner plates splattered into greasy water sticking out like indignation there are rotations united and untied under the guise of surprising developments the contractors benefactors with their own designs in mind their logos embargoed at the border hoarded by a squinty man with a cheap chin and a squeaky jaw he is too raw to be genuine and the penguins he dreams of on his waking watch are too cool to be caught but that doesn't stop him from trying from frying the pan and baking the cake to let them eat to beat the heat and run it down