post 10 october

justwrite 8 october

apples in the sun undone by sauce tick their tocks and toggle each switch to up rising to surprising heights holding hands in the night and through the day way on down the up line twine tied and hearts high in the air let them stare and care more than their share the hair I’ve seen has no queen no root but its own horn tooted in disgusted triumph I am hoping to tell you all the news the truths and the youth of the nation in fascination from a distance are relying on your resistance to immunity your proclivity for jumping in to swim up the other way to stay on course of track the force is strong along the sidewalk the curb having edged the hedge you have got to know the show and the tickets and you lick it once shame on the stamp damp and wondering in wandering succession the lessons having been learned into passive leaning the cases too dated to name too accusative to claim on any outcome tax the income lax at this point having missed the twist we used to do again last summer but the numbers still are rolling and the sunlight still is strolling dance with me in elegant geometry the tendency to see your air breathed in close warm no storm like that cloud too loud too flexible the allowable credit can’t let it take form but the norm is something reasonable and the fees are not unfeasible

justwrite 7 october

now is the time we rhyme our crimes with forgiveness of ourselves the bigness of our hearts encompassing our charts our cherry tarts swept clean away in the dark we are our own rewards our wardens our imagined enemies the entities we have replaced in the space where our entwined confined tastes bite their tongues unstrung along like clockwork in the thickwitted months ahead better instead to invest not yet to buy with both hands the command no less demanding of understanding than a sweater minus two thumbs coming undone at the ear the unwinding minding its own wax and bees as well yelling remotely for a change of program forgiving the guide but hiding inside of a hollow tree we are three too many for this chair from where I sit and the fit too loose for such a goose to mend itself to defend its health against all comers the colors by numbers where the answers are seven and green and a window in between clear and wide and open

justwrite 6 october

now when the time comes
we strum our songs
longer than any imagining
the strategy not quite
forthcoming
mindnumb
tired of firing