post 18 october- 2

justwrite 18 october

the pages turn in earnest now picking up the page the rage of an oblong summer stretching out of reach and keeping in time the whine of the wheels steeling miles and acres the kilometers without conversion urging forward the backward glances we are taking everyone else’s chances and our own as well and the flowers in the window are just for your own imaginings there are no bringers and your fingers may be cold but the gold standard is yours for the asking tasking each chance glancing in and out of trance to be tested and bested repeatedly but still to jump in with wings of lions no lack of trying here and the clear fear of danger like a middle name unclaimed in the lottery a rose for no nose to grow on the strong will smell out the weak and reek wreaking cheap havoc with the letters we pretend to send ourselves our finer elves investing in Christmas and also new years a-plenty I am filling up the closet and the shelves and each parcel is ready to be backpacked along while the destination is unclear the steering will be forward the armor will be over all and call for suggestions in direction without appearing lost without costing bossing around because nobody likes that nobody wears hats too big for ego too altered for a halter top to crop in that sort of weather too many feathers for just one cap