justwrite 9 august

waiting for the owner to sell it's just as well i haven't seen anything in my size and the grapes are just so sour there are no apples that could make up for them no pears to sweet to be peaches i am reaching toward a to-do list that does not need to be done i am imagining tasks that will last long after each disaster has been ticked off has been flicked off the list like with a lighter too bright for butane too rearranged to be genuine these are the clues you can use you can work with a jerk of your neck and check out what you've missed is it important to be distorting the sense of reality for each individual is it criminal to wonder is it genuine to blunder into so much truth the youth of the nation will shed their imaginations and follow blindly while the kindly old souls shake their naked heads and pretend instead that the cream has always been cooler on the other side of the fridge the ridge up ahead has always been covered in heather feathered like the seventies the eighties the dated rabies frothing at the memory eager to jump into some other when like a wren pursing its lips and slipping out change wondering what to buy and what baked into a pie will cause the sky to open up in hummingdrops a crop of imaginary fruits in suits dancing with candycane props dropping to their sugary knees and breezing in and out of time wrapping up the rapping as a truly hideous crime just because you're told you ought to doesn't mean it's going to adopt you