Tuesday, October 6, 2009

post 6 october

justwrite 5 october

swimming I am skimming the top the pages tired fired up again there are trends but we can not tell the neighbors the space savers the savor of a thousand flavors piled upon each other a sidewalk box of cookies looking good in the afternoon autum the boxes open and hoping for hands commanding their owners taken by leaders with liters of encouragement an urge spent on a park bench whence it came and went it’s gone again a clan of strands twisted up into a misty vale a vowel and how we’ll know is by the landmarks the outstanding sharks in the sand handing it to us blustering through the new old world order the sorting not worth sifting through admitting you ought to think differently the bits we see of another world hurled backwards into time off of the balcony yesterday’s towel howling in the inside wind the bins of apples happening into cakes no mistakes about those bites no life’s too long too short to cavort in trees the breeze picks its own fruit and the loot can not be translated the dative case the nominative forgiveness of another afternoon the crooning calling stalling out with the backward tenses we are worth mentioning and we have our tendencies we will not be shaken our spots will not be taken in line we are moving forward I hold your hand as I walk


justwrite 4 october

I am sending lending bending the ruler I can measure whatever I treasure in two eyes there is no surprise here we fear our own worst rewards waning off the morning and settling into nettles betting the bank on the rank and file the style is unforgivable I have to quibble with these results I have tumult in my tummy but there are gin rummy dramas to play out to shout backwards to a one-armed man scanning the exits with beeps and deep wide smiles hiding the aisles of eyes with surprise the pools to jump into the grandmothers uncovered in their inner workings jerking the chain along the main drag with watermelon to boot in cahoots with the permutations of a nation divided by unions the communion of leaves and trees getting up to their arms in arms and harming no one with such actions just the traction of keeping it together the attack the lack of sense the unmentionable tense neither past nor present but the best bent to have went gone been around the doctor ought to help such an elf to exist the gist having been gotten into the wrong voice the passive having rejoiced and the tables having turned earning all that credit never to regret it and always to call forward before arrival the survival of the classes being based on the grades the fades having been mastered like a disaster like a plaster keeping the wall together like a feather ready to fly without the rest of the wing singing a song one note at a turn earning credit and burning regret it’s the last best hope the rope has already been strung along the bridge is strong but the water wonders wanders widely wildly high and lying in wait and baiting the bystanders with tender waves


justwrite 3 october

I am thinking about drinking in the ocean the devotion to a higher cause a hidden clause in a counteractive contract reacting to the track I jumped from humpty dumpty style while all the king’s horses course through the par and play guitar on the wall calling blind men out for tea like the starry sea of three mice and their spicy enchiladas all you wanna see is to be is to free your nose from that undisclosed clover field yielding fruits of repetition glistening in unimagined splendor I have never seen I have often been accused of such happenstance chance being caused by my own dance for snow but I know there is no way out of a mess like that a cat on the corner singing scat like a mourner for missing syllables filling the air with a chill that there are too many covers to cover too many colors to number and the three is a seven and the green is between stages right now please hold please fold your hands in patience the way in is no way out the wrestling messing with your sense and sensibility the thrill you see in chocolate of the best kind biding your time in the sitting room building up with to zoom into action the traction of a sleigh weighed down with holiday is okay in most weather and so much the better if it’s slippery stuff the toughest kind defined by the climate of the situation of the scheme and in between we wonder about emergency numbers and how to spot them what we’ll do once we’ve caught them and how to respond once the words travel on far after please or thank you or a number true enough to be right but bright and flashing with the sound of laughing

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