justwrites post 1 oct

justwrite 26 september

air overloads even the meekest secret the bit of sense you mentioned yesterday is hardly worth bringing up a cup of water and the tottering ice splicing warms sips and the wits end again a scandal worth mentioning without any pretending that the ending of that noise is not requested that the bested solution is still stewing with the beef and the beets treating nearby blanks with pinkpurple banks of color of number and the hunger too for more historical value I am listening to top-volume classical the tragical outcomes and the mystical tickles of the ivories describing these literary scares unaware and unaccompanied the trump we see being played again and again and when the fruit flies when the flute gathers heat I will change my locks I will stock my barrels with sterile gauze causing neighbors to stare and to wander unaware into unexpected time zones droning on and one and over long-gone trains where the station is leaving without you and removed true to form from the norm you had earlier envisioned though the rate of attrition is enhanced by the dance of the hands to my left together sliding onto thighs beside they are nodding along to the translation and I am considering what station I ought to tune into to become immune to concerns of that sort although the greater hope is a longer scope and sequence ready to fall into line in time


justwrite 27 september

night a bright stretch catching all the beets yet to come I will strum along the corridors more and more hasting making waste to taste with a rinsable replacement of all the ribbons the printers the schisms in the hinterlands the winter commands with elegant hands pointing in the right direction igniting the positive reflection passing the collection plate to stay out late to collect the minutes with you in it to the max to the core the floral draperies making no mistake to please each connecter to understand her concerns is to earn her respect in place of neglect I am penciling in the decision yes I am pressing my cheek against the pavement in amazement and telling all the kangaroos to hop in down to drop that town full of applejacks arranging syntax the storming into citymax to cash in for that bling to sing along in sequined surprise the eyes having it and poking them out with woo-hoo party-like-a-rockstar flair will you care to hear the details can I but fail to follow through on the posting who and what the cut-up slices of orange restoring the vitamins to see and be seen by the light of a green candlewax attack ignited by united delegates forces of course too true to be universal too many cars full to be metatarsals and the fingers and the toes grow up in rows popping up like crops corn scorning all of the multiple intelligences climbing the fence and setting down underground with a nose for moles and the desire too for more


justwrite 28 september

having leapt the bounds we are found hopping up into the tide and burrowing into the mud and like frogs we are easily surprised having spied a different view earlier the sturdier of two points having anointed our consciences with the better plan again in quotes with remote chances of completion the deletion of records with a single glance having had the chance to entrance the audience with a preponderance of questions not entirely rhetorical the metaphysics too adorable to understand the command of each key the tree of each root in cahoots with a choo-choo train and the think-I-can vein of mind the winding road a mile from style and half as tall the call to bid farewell to fall and other related seasonings the reasoning a completely separate concern let us talk about wallpaper and the stapler that made this paper possible keeping it all together in any weather and knotting a pine could define what’s in store for the sure things the wings and celery the bleu cheese things of someone else’s imaginings we are wading into deep water here and the fear is not that we will be unable to swim but that we will not swim fast enough the rough tides ahead of the frogs prompt reflection and a change of pace a trace of irony in the blood but nothing to fear yet again to steer off the track the laugh the path of least entertainment runs through it comes true it’s the best of times new roman the font that just wants more than four square deals more steals than a baseball thief a chief detective can’t figure out the trout to scale and just as whale because when I checked it out last it was a bass


justwrite 29 september

ignite a united tie and roll both halves another lap away let your tongue play itself out and shout itself hoarse of course there are alternate endings but first you must get past the start the heart of a collective sigh dries on dusty lips tripping over a doublering phone calling for calling all durable goods which should be happy should be made snappy even if the clover route is too south along the boat to be kicked is too thick to be embarrassed by the precarious shoutings of the devout brrrringings of a sheep’s bell just as well the call divides itself for its health is in occasional danger and the manger scene has not yet been set we seek a rushing out of time a running into lines and blushing to the beginning to the start the heart of the matter having been placed into the passive voice rejoicing in melodramatic strains rearranged like a wavering line feeling fine in the best room and instead of western it’s a chopped clock ravaged by cabbage and able to seem stable enough to stand still to fight chlorophyll without destroying the sun there is a crumb of sense in this warmth there is a hope that’s due north from here and steering right on through to truth I am staked on making a claim I am relearning to hear my name and all the tides changed since the last ride picking up new passengers and stirring up the watched pot caught on top of the stove

justwrite 30 september

good very good super good we have understood our purposes and we are working to cross them like a watchtower with misspent time rhyming in the closet I am a faucet working to flow forward in time I am not alone there are scones there are situations not worth working beyond the stopwatch has to go and I am wondering how to show some sort of competency the dependency on singleword phrases crazes me lazily I seem to be age three and there are no half to laugh along with there are fits to be tied and the statue is a new take on an old break for coffee for tea for we are our own worst enemies and our best friends my answers are in a different voice but we all rejoice for ice cream we dream in shortterm naps collapsing in the event of rain of strain and a sort of pile of boots that smile backwards with absurd tongues strung along out to dry all high up like a kite full of tights and an ignited tense in the sense that we are our own worst critics and best audiences despite a preponderance of evidence that we cannot keep our elbows in our own ears they are steering us toward steak but make no mistake about that cattle prod we will not go gently quietly tensely defiantly we will sit and think and wonder what bus to take we will make mistakes and mustaches there will be problems loading the page and a change of the guard will be too hard to follow in one language let alone two and the default setting is betting on no one else noticing which is a floating fine free fancy way to be if the tree