post 23 november

justwrite 23 november

when we dream our schemes are so much more reasonable no fees needing to be paid in full the cats and the kettles all called the right names on one to blame for allergies or the freezing of lots the pots and the tots all tatered out with pockets full of allusions in our confusion we are calling out to wake up and all of your verbs are useless your conjugation of frustration needs no interpretation we are smelling the smells from the nextdoor quarters and they are multiplying by four and again and the trend is to wear a mask but the task is to make it through and you can tell by the commercial breaks there’s some high stakes on this plate and the sauce not the boss but the cross purposes are clear from the fork and the steering wheel and the feeling of not being in a car being far removed from a license is a new one and the true fun comes from wondering where all the clues have gone and beckoning wrong lyrics from the next lips slipping popstar ringtones in and out of reality the tv we see behind our lenses playing pretense is the way to survive those alarmists and their theories we are nearing our destination but the tracks are stopping and I’m thinking of hopping off and up and into the trees to catch at the breeze and suggest a kite ride toward opportunity for I believe my immunity has recently been tested and those colds have all been bested the flu flew the coop and the scoop is that it’s all someone else’s idea in which case I am searching for health and originality and the echoes of news are of no use to me when I wake up



justwrite 22 november

sometimes when the bulk of the time has passed we feel the glass is fuller than empty but not quite plenty enough to go around the brown paper packages no longer tied up the string unhinged the fringe benefits can’t stand the humidity and melt with timidity no one wants to force the course to change we are running in the rain and the slipping is just another step whether forward or into the mud we cuddle close our hopes and keep them dry while we smile our dirty teeth into the mirror clearer my face to thee and we are not as fresh as our bets were hedged but our beds are made and our spades have dug up artifacts collapsing piles of brilliants and chameleons changing out of character and into comparison with those other types those overgrown tykes lolling around the merrygoround crew the true blue prints from which stereotypes are lifted gifted with the spinning but unforgiving as gravity the scarcity of resources forcing a second look at the same box whether the bow on top is tied or not you have what you get and that’s all you can take and the cake you bake is the one you tried to make but not quite as tasty with some of those hasty steps in between where the recipe seemed not to know and so you substituted your own ideas so the flat spots and the uncooked bits are all your own invention but you’re surprised at the retention of intentions in the outcome a little numbing as you’re coming to terms with these sums and you’re humming to yourself in a wealth of melody but a lack of words


justwrite 21 november

today as we know a holiday we play our own horns we toot our suits in high fashion we are clashing with contemporary society but what do they know and how do they go about with their bread unbuttered like no mother told them how to hold their heads their high horses course off to the north and the magnet can’t catch it all you’ve got to fall back sometimes but the summer won’t catch you you’ve got to lean in between the warmer seasons reasoning that the colder air is thinner and you’ll swim faster and if you’re following that logic that science of defiance I have got to tell you it might not be true but the youth of the nation facing frustration are willing to believe are willing to deceive their sidewalks into beaches reaching for flowers out of someone else’s hand ready to stand on land founded by their own feet their sweets ready for tongues hung out for silence in between good ideas that space too precious to waste I have got to tell you if you’re looking through instead of into you have got to slow it down you have got to crown your own moments and own each step can’t bet when the next sun will come up when the last supper will be served we deserve our own rewards the ones we make ourselves the health we take from our own temperatures we are shivering into warmth and celebration