justwrite 15 february

there are varying areas the staring has to stop but the pop on the bottom of the bottle is the crop by which I mean circling around the topic I am ready to begin when we think of music do we sink or swim do we hold our noses do we dance like the fifties run though our saddle shoes do we lose win come again and go within or without there are no notes I wrote that can’t be remade remixed affixed to a label and marketed on corner tables we are stable but I am shaky we are making drinks out of the appendix we are risking our own grants to dance in the streets when we meet other makers of quality goods should we stop by can we cry out with doubts a-flying with flags undying unfurling like those lips those songs mished into the mash the potato the wonderland carnival ball all and more those four horses riding men to the apocalypse and Johnny cash has dashed it all with a call to arms and feet and when we meet again we will stand on our own two more