post 5 december

justwrite 5 december

bowling over the ocean the devotion of the masses yearn to breathe free and believe me they have it coming have you seen the numbing answers to space dilemmas have you sucked down that humid air and when you care is it because you ought to is it because they’ve adopted you into the right cause is it an independent clause that gives you pause or is it a reasonable question is there a sense of misdirection while I am watering the garden do those sideways glances harden past the point of nurture who will pull it together when the weather goes cold who will hold hands with the commander in brief without laughing inappropriately when the scene changes and you haven’t rearranged your wardrobe how will you manage with minimal damage what second hand shop will you adopt and who will have been there before who will have scripted that short story in advance who will have danced on the needle of the hetman it’s a club if you must know the hair’s short but it will grow and all those rows of juice lead us to believe we grieved too soon our moons are too many for these weeks the roses that seek to find out are about to expire but the yellow fire is not texas is not Colorado is not any sort of state of being about to be told about to hold gold in the palm of summer which is the air of a number of things most of all the rings that link a very short train remain shiny and tie me to love


justwrite 4 december

when we find our answers we dance into trancers the fancier the scene the less likely it seems that you will relish the pickle that tickles someone else’s fancy I am dancing backward and singing all the words in absurd syllables we are twins we are peeking into the woods and what should we do about it how will we shout it into the wind can I spin a tale tall enough to bluff this listener when you shiver I am cold and I hold in the wind a fresh loaf of bread to feed your nose we suppose this will be harder than it is we imagine the rivers running through it and we prove it on without geometry we I you wonder pronouns in a blunder and when tested I’ll best what’s next and fly directly onward the starboard bough of the tree in the breeze dancing it up the branches of luck your own personal dj ready to play your own hits and misses the battleship this is I mean we’ve seen our questions projected into the abstract the future contracts and suddenly on a train in the rain although let’s make it sunny it’ll cost no money to up that prediction I’ve got quite a few convictions about making it all possible not to say that it’s plausible but maybe we’ll plant hayseeds and see how they grow the garden hardens into likelihood I am working on jerking forward smoothly without rudeness without the awkwardness that accompanies the real deal but you couldn’t steal a truer truth and forsooth and other words come to mind but I find there’s still a blank