justwrite 31 january

let’s just say it’s time to bite that bulletin and spit fire across wires to tie that ring around the knot you’ve got to be kidding we’re ridding free sense of extra vowels and leaving you and I high and dry enough to dive into the deep end to pretend our senses are alive and well we are living in a spell of well-water tottering over the edge a sledgehammer couldn’t build unbreak re-stake these claims and call again fall a stand of flowers or some other powers the persuasion is unrelenting the heaven not senting not venting enough edges to build hedges and haul rocks I have clocks made out of those closed eyes I have high hopes and a remote but no television I have a fission fusion contusion and from here we continue illusions of the understandable sort of a cavorting frolic the spring pollen calling itself out the doubts for my lady fair carrying on into a different film where there’s a will there’s a whim that’s outlasted its duty there are truths we hold in our hands and there are some we leave on the shelves for later we are not haters we are the destroyers of worlds but what did they intend to do to us and what fuss wasn’t made when the spades were all lined up and no one had any diamonds when they’d all been fined and fired from mind the mines closed the yours too the ewes who presupposed closed doors what was anyone fighting for what kind of war were you thinking of starting is it too dark in here are there clear reasons why we cannot make progress who is ready for the next step who wonders why we haven’t leapt we are not of that sort we are not cavorting with the other types we are making nice with the bakers and the dozens the masses are falling down laughing and we cannot help but do the same until our fame spreads across our own eyes and we are delighted with surmising our own surprising conclusions the truths still out there where we cannot find them until the x reminds them in the masking tape window