justwrite 18 october

justwrite 17 october

when the apples count their miles the style is in fashion the cash-in value is less than advertised the surprise of a thousand capitals lettered like litter literally unforgiven the bigness of repetition I am tripping over reality the cows we see under trees are listening to their own reflections in the future direction we see ourselves on shelves and we are afraid to pick we take compote from a jar and imagine far-off pronunciation but this is the fear the fear that steers into trees and brings you to your own knees the sneeze of a separate letter is like one that will never be sent bent out of shape the escape into gladness and the suggestion of misdirection is one slight scent from a tree we can’t see there are fees we can’t pay there is no way to craft a raft up that river we shiver with the fright of delight are we waiting in the night for a bite from some other apple can the steeple be far from the falling waters calling all authors to write the bright light into action the traction not yet in place the ice nice enough to wait a few clicks later there are alligators in the sink and the brink of destruction means so much to a muffin it blows its top and rocks its socks off into the great wet west at the least behest of the most glorious reckoning beckoning the decks to get on all hands and knead the knees into bentback shape

justwrite 16 october

let’s talk about fall the call of the wild hiding a child’s smile in a wild embrace of leaves the sleeves trailing across noses supposing roses moses forgot to pack and the forty thieves laugh like a raccoon in a swoon over too much butter your mother called and asked me to stall you until the weather clears for she fears your health is a jeopardy game and you always forget to say what or who and you know she means well but it’s swell enough to ask and it’s not for me to answer to take such a chance with a backward-legged dancer we are going to the diner we are eating cherry pie there where there is nothing finer than the best coffee the taste of toffee wrapped up in pleasure measured in the morning and cataloged without warning by passing anthropologists if you don’t mind please just pose if you could indulge us let’s just suppose that no one’s here watching and you’re going about your own imagined business the forgiveness you’ll have to muster takes a different cake for the mistakes adding up the cups and liters and parking meters we are always trying and our eggs are frying in a plural sense unable to make tenses go away or to invite the cases to internally stay they are taking their own time they are suggesting other recipes and they just don’t want to grow up to give up to sup on tired soup