justwrite 9 september

it is too late i am tired of retiring i am expiring from all the rhymes and the lines keep appearing faster than disaster can make excuses for i am tripping over my lips and clipping with tooloud sounds at the edges over the hedges and under the curtains i would like to be certain why the reasons are treasonous to you for i have always found them kind and understanding like soup resting two days and smiling back from your bowl in a cajoling sort of drippy love i am growing older and bumpier i have not had enough to drink and my water bottle is shaking its head which means it's time to sleep i have laid down tracks today and you are welcome to follow them around around through headphones and under the collar the ring you just can't shake on a hand that just won't take no for an answer just a yes for a please and a thank for a you