post 31 december

justwrite 31 december

when we add up our fireworks we will wonder what we’ve come to and the answer is not a number the answer is a struggle against the dark or some other such muddle I have trouble telling the day from the night sometimes but if you multiply the windows across from mine with the numbers of trees and the bulbs strung along the watchtower you will find it’s all calling birds and the turtledoves will not be shoved out of the way for some stupid golden ring-a-dings those have gone on long enough and there’s a listener to bluff and a pod to cast or a rod to throw before the pearls turn to swine we are fine and we are dandy you are sweet like sugar candy between my toes there was some sandy bit of summer and the beach reached far into my closet the closest place I have to hide the sand is wide and the cars swerve easily the mystery of who bought the most bread is hidden instead and easily led at the bottom of the basket those tasks not crossed off are buffeted and not buffeted which as I see now look the same and when I claim to know the words it’s just absurd as I’m sure you’ve heard by this point but we anoint ourselves as experts or sometimes others do and you can’t help but wish you were deserving and also wonder what the house beside’s serving like corn pudding in a stove that works or if those lurks those shadows have left their trail of breadcrumbs leading to the right door