justwrite 14 september

we crane our necks toward what's next there are many declarative statements in the way the rent's paid that's what i always say and to play the field is to yield questions although lessons notwithstanding the command of the language i have is not to be scorned just warned against overindulgence the sandwiches i eat are full of lettuce and expectation when will i will we ever can we have the chance to and the dance i hope you do is the karaoke flu spreading soundlessly out of bounds and under control when we sit quietly our riotous thoughts caught off-guard are slammed hard against the edges driving wedges between our toes and fluffing up the nails the paint stale and shiny like cottoncandy lipgloss from last year's fair i am more than reasonable but the leaves are turning earlier than ever and the hand i'm holding is achingly beautiful in a cliched way to say the least to blog the feast and the feats of defeat and the strength of the feet running away in unmatched boots we are ready to take a deep breath but there's only one left and please i insist although you resist we are considering the caffeine we have no idea what forever means but the scenes we're setting seem quite fetching like a bone sailing through the air into happydog teeth the relief of the fall and the catch and the match where what's left is all right