justwrite 18 september

hey i hear you calling stalling out in the underground the route less taken the shaken less baken and all the little chickens go home for supper which is scattered across the floor a mess or more delicious rest of the day could not be foreseen and when i look up i see you are having a time you are keying those rhymes into the board and the soup sopping up the top of your lip drips into a wild smile hiding from lemons and whipped cream heaven to the uninsured the soft green of a shirt that works overtime that does its fine and pays its jail failing health is not to be sneezed at and the cat into the bag is a tougher trick than a lick on the old carnival pop a top-notch dollar with floods under the collar for all the callers are leaving messages these days all the bandits are having their ways with the upstairs citizens and we are down below we are up in the count and any amount will have to cover it will shove and buffer it with pancakes no mistake there no fine cake bearing intentional congratulations the fascination with major keys and minor chords the gored handkerchief regrets the bets that have paid off and on the floor you are making a stand a command performance seated before the colors and turning all the notes into rote memory so i can play them in my mind any time my fingers go like this