Monday, November 16, 2009

post 16 november

justwrite 15 november

as we remember our roles we make our chickens into goals and hatch them one by egg by hook or by the book the crooks have their straight and narrow paths and we laugh our laughs but catch our deaths anyway the cold the folded dollar bills stuck into our pockets locked away within easy reach of any chill the filler all down falling around your knees so the sneezes won’t get you so the juice won’t bite we are out all night and in all day and in the way we say our goodbyes you can hear the hello of a welcome surprise along down the tracks we have visited the station already there are tickets to be bought and even if it rains that’s mainly on the plain in spain and vainly speaking that won’t be keeping me back I will let those bulls fight it out themselves but I will keep my health and my skin intact packing only enough bags to take in my hand carrying only enough command of the language to budget a few minimal conversations I am not uniting all of these nations but I would like to buy some bread I would like to buy some water on the hotter days and if I get a raise I will think also of cheese but for now these fees we’ve been charged are large enough to block up my calendar the view in the twelve-month frame claims only one year of time and it’s no crime to steal a second but the bases load themselves when we’re not looking and everyone’s going hungry if we’re not cooking so please to keep the pace and face the music with whole notes written with rests between the lines have spaces have sounds have found their tunes and when I see the moon I will ask which task it finds most amusing and which one seems to be most confusing although really it’s just doing and really aren’t we too


justwrite 14 november

when you think about symbols the clanging goes straight to your head the fed can’t reserve such notions about what deserves devotion is it dove turkey eagle or is it dopey Sherlock beagle when we make flags and signs and colors do our numbers add up do our dollars make sense and from whence have we come have we strung along our theories have our fears melted as we belt out our anthems our national stratagems and white white houses but the car won’t start and the apples come to peace with their pies in mind their pious offerings the sacrifices crusted over and the statue taking liberties from the French not to mention all those customs those officials we’ve been missing all those lessons we’ve offered and the dogs made hot we’ve got to keep our noses up and down to the grindstone round and through the corner store the nickel slots and the casinos bought and sold for a song by the popstar renegades digging with spades in the middle of the plains changing names with other countries and adopting as we go we will grow by consuming we will zoom in and out and shout with confidence for the eagle is the baldest and the turkey is the smartest but the dove is the peace-iest and when we see where the list stops we wonder when the job starts to get done when the race that we’ve run comes out with a winner when the starting gun fired and if we’ve expired our welcome or the other way around if our milk wears a frown when our moustaches catch together we are the red and white and blue and through a river we run it all with our wet boots and head colds


justwrite 13 november

now I will start the flow will go forward we are together onward and the words too absurd to be heard aloud crowd onto this stage the page turning itself forward and the motion to which we’re devoting so much energy pretends to be important in itself and not just the goal too hot to handle too cold to hold in idioms in metaphors in scores of lyrics you hear it in your head and you can’t say else instead just propelled through the eighties and the nineties find me substituting lines I find in my mind instead of fresh correct original language at times I’m behind the curve deserving to be rebuked but to stoop to conquer to divide to hide in lines too small to call a queue too presidential to seem residential although white the house and at night the mouse will still come will drum up the courage and pay off the urge with a venture into the booth to vote to promote his own agenda to eat and to find to seek and to rewind to a better time than ever found the golden crown cast by rose-colored glasses with tasks to be past like the blast of air the glaucoma unfair staring right into the light and my eyes water no surprise in the simple consideration the uniting of all these nations by which I mean sensations and the facing down is more than half the battle but the prattle goes on in the commercial background and I have found the bottom of chins distracting beyond measure when there’s a television in view and same to you

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