justwrite 11 september

now then let us begin again in a paradoxical shift the lift in the uppers of which the leather is pleasure in its own original spin the position it was taking while it was making the rounds in the grass having passed again the tan hided and seeked and the meek shall do their duty their thing their ringading picnic table dances we are starting the canal is up and down in this world we have hurled our coffee cups upward and they have caught rainwater we are rushing to the falls to fill our halves to have our wholes to sole our shoes and other such fish i am wishing for another candle i am raining on a dream and the theme is openness forgiveness bigness of heart and a new towel to dry up the rest i am testing and passing we are lasting into the let me just tell you when you walk in there the lights come on and there's green and the decor is more than any milkshake could take and i know because once i was the popcorn queen but now i'm in between reigns and it's really just a situation to deal with all those colonels and their uniforms all starchy all birchy barky like they own the place like mice eat rice in the winter time all nice and tinytoothed as you know they are as they steal their cars stuffed with oatmeal and drive off into the blue mountains the close ones with color not the misty ones turning easily gently into clouds into sky