post 5 november

justwrite 4 november

forever remember we will tremble in our stockings when the knocking comes to our door and wherefore and whyhow and whatnot have all got to go for the flow just cannot if the scot-free litany of sins escaped is draped across our collective eyes it’s no surprise that we fry our stockings in the windows we blow our noses and suggest roses ought to result but the tumult of a thousand tired hares jumping from the pony tails fails to move me to groove the usual suspects out of reach we are teaching ourselves unnecessary lessons the dimensions of these fake students are often in keeping with the deep end of our own pretendings and here they raise their hands and there they have commands of the language unlike our own bandaged tongues they are coming undone in the worst way the words stay out of bounds resounding in the corners warning all comers of the quarantine the mean streets meeting in the muddle of doubts the middle of scouts’ own promises in the quiet woods I imagine should help but they are far away from this scene and the television’s mouth doesn’t connect just redirects from the waves saving time from other uses and kicking it in the caboose as we loose our minutes and spill them all over the stover and the ovenl the baking of mistaken letters added in like a spice too nice to waste a taste of irrationality like sprinkles the rainbow kind the opaque sugar ready for a cupcake and prepared to make its day


justwrite 3 november

elsewhere there are elections here there are corrections in my directions forward I am going backward and to the right I have left the night and am on into the day straying into light the bright the correct neck of the woods good enough for generous understanding with little commanding of the language into the right angles the ninety degrees we need to make a turn for the better to the opposite side of near to far from and a sesame street demonstration shows you context clues to use where the monsters are near and the monsters are far and here where the wearing of masks is a task taken on or a suggestion scorned by experts we are wondering and wandering into the cold air wearing down jackets and heels with the walking talking a good game and making some mean claims where the numbers sort out purporting to doubt but doubting the strength of denial while the trial drags on with evidence not in evidence for all and the calls being made by referees played out not in open court but behind columns with theme music and the truth is on in the next room the soap opera gloom lifting and falling with the daily strands I am ready to buy in to the story line a little hard to find but attractive nonetheless more reasons to move toward rather than the general the massive attempts to understand all to accomplish all to be better to wear sweaters that match although that wouldn’t catch your attention if you saw the list some spots missed but plenty more to go and so on


justwrite 2 november

we are remembering our manners and our minds and our loosely defined norms have warmed to the occasion we are warning our phrases to stay within bounds we are hounding the moon and the phases are soon enough to move toward close enough to lines to color within like finds under caves and in the waves saving other surprises for when the sun rises brighter than today for this is all we can manage right now thank you and our tank’s a lot fuller each new year and the old fears keep clear we are steering forward and to the right and across from the landmarks we could find in any dark except those have disappeared here the prepositions are all that remain and the frame is black magic marker on a flipchart page all the rage at this stage of development we have sent our post-its packing and all that’s left on the stack is the smackdab middle of a recently released novel there is no introduction but the middle is juicy playing fast and loose with the end we pretend our teeth are in easy reach and we smile the miles across the floss a tightwire conspiring with hilarity to stretch itself into better health we are masking our faces replacing each taste with mistaken identity the plays we’ve seen before were more or less fictional and this now is unpredictionable by which I mean made up by which I twist my angles trying out the view