justwrite 13 september

baking up the bikery we are greening the sidewalks we are talking the organic walk in rows of prosey roses all set to bloom where they are enchanted planted in their feet firmly the ground over their heads under the hedges the wonderland taking a stand and filling it with music sheets to the wind for the civic bandshell the trumpets never letting go of the instrumental decisions there are collisions and there are egos to be won i am letting the tide come in it's the right thing to do even if the wind blows and the breakers are all over the radio one-nine and a half step forward is worth two bloomingdales in the belfry the bats in the pudding and the corn on the cob a watch fob less traveled fairly unraveled like rapunzel's ropes which were mostly unused though her follicles were bruised slightly from the sprightly knight who stole up in delight and gave it all away like scissors in the mirror the clearer shade of spades filtered through the curtains i am hurting here and there but i'm uncertain how to compare the ace to the hearts and the club cannot be met in with those hands have you even washed your stockings have the ducklings lost their sockets when did you last plug in keep the sinners from sinking the swimming of sinkers having long since been accepted