post 3 october

justwrite 2 october

when the signal hits go I am ready to green to show the inbetween superstars just how far away it is to the top but not to stop because there are trolleys from here to there and if you stare at the right window long enough with a tasteful smile it will open in a friedawake while and your mouth will eat what your eyes have been waiting for a storied tale a neverfail ending pretending there is no need no speed to keep barreling through like falls into Niagara and there surprise is there in store by the bottled water you otter be buying by the well by the by it’s to buy the bottle and throttle life in a heist where the result is loot on all sides tided over by the openair feeling the steeling of nerves and the wheeling of hearts into bed to curl up close to in the cool night warming up easily and the pleasure is all mine all divine in a cloudy sense the tense not too tight no brighter star in this sky and my how the curtains have something to say my how the way is unclear in a tearful sense but imagined hence we see the next step we have our thoughts to thank for putting that together we have weather or not we have got ideas and when and then and here and I have a family how are you how old are you where are you from it’s been a pleasure speaking to you and thank you thank you доврий



justwrite 1 october

ready I am steady and waiting to go out to come in to sing swimming lessons all through the town drowning in pleasant scenes coming between Christmas and a list meant to be met to wet the color and water the number we are stronger than our other selves the shelves too heavy for steady consultation there is a fascination with normalcy but it’s a chore you see played out again and again a scan of the northwest and a rest to rants with a you in there and where we see our better selves let’s just say we talked and I walked forward onward onto a cliff playing a riff of over and over cloverwheels stealing the chairs caught unaware of the danger embracing each stranger as another manger filler willing away any fees to be paid to be waylaid on the commercial break to fake out any condiments with a spin that’s meant to put a dent in our twist-tie baggage we can see all there is we can carry along like fish in a bit of powder tossing themselves beautiful a dutiful turn of the screw a true encounter of another kind we are defined by our rhymes but mine entwined in the alternate lives of a parallel universe suggests the worst is yet to bet its own stake on dinner on a winter on a splinter of eggs and the dregs of another round of pounds left by the wayside we tried but we hide our own suggestions our hard-earned lessons in our pockets locked up for reflection but passed along in the direction forward forearmed up to the elbow and ready to blow by in the wink of a fly