justwrite 28 august

scanning images without a cribbage board a crib sheet the notes each sale you smote with your smittens all over the glass pressed up against the future view breathing on the oxygen and laughing at the gas there is trash but i am trying to recycle all of it i recall the fits we tried to tie the shoes we aimed to lie about and the doubts with their bouts of conscience flittering along with vacuum tendencies just sucking it up and taking it in like a breath of something newer something sleepier creeping along let me start again i had breakfast but that was an uncertainty i have plastic bags that seal and tomorrow the deal will be dealt the surprises will be felt in echoing darkness where have all the parks gone and why the songs not sung in backward verse and rhythm connecting to the schism between the price of books and the looks given in exchange for the offer for the traffic copper and the irony the silver metal shining back into the locker there are drafts i've kept in the closet for use when the caboose arrives too late to debate on the floor but with plenty more air time ready for filling the prescription fitting the bill and passing it right on through to law a claw and its horse and its boy and remorse for the lost film that could not be processed that must be overdue even though you and your neighbors have already given it away