post 29 december

justwrite 29 december

moved into the corner there are dusty attempts to determine the direction there are corrections to be made the holiday parade is off from the normal schedule we can not help ourselves but braid our wealth into our hair we compare the strands with hands and all those laid to waste with body guards a-tinglin’ we are wingin’ those chickens and flickin’ the ashes into space with all those g’s and the trees grew up from mexico into Canada and that’s what happens when I listen to music at the same time the butterfly rose out of the curtains every time she smiles which took her everywhere and also backstage the phase will pass the raise will glass over and the drilling will be filling its own red light its district will be quick to thicken like cornstarch of the heart tired of the attention trying to add a dimension of a sense of a sort cavorting with the sort of vagabonds rarely strong-armed but still lookin’ like a saint down the hallway something funny in the air the stare backward to look for the title and if it’s found you’re deserving of a refund it can’t be fun to read over something of that sort but you couldn’t be surprised you could say so but I’d know otherwise without the jack of hearts not even blinking