justwrite 19 february

the light at the end of the tunnel is melting and with it the funding to continue but in the middle you know it is dark and the cars can’t park and the shoes can’t shine it’s a divine find this diamonddark day this sudden mudden garage we are sitting waiting and watching but hatching no plans catching no landfalls no wind calls through the hallowed hollows we suck in our cheeks and make discreet faces like we are chasing out the bad ideas and gathering up the new the breadcrumbs we kept in our shoes are long since gone out of the holes at the toes and the supposed trail has failed due to birds haven’t you heard about the other way out haven’t you mapped an alternate to this trap haven’t you talked to yourself before this is not how I see it this is the fee it pays itself and all you have to do is hold the bill the coin the card and how hard is that to say the script replays every ten minutes we are fearful and the nearful changes the rearranges the tongues the unhung coats falling to the floor and we are more than our fair share of idealists here we are clearly not believers in the pulling of levers we are waiting for results that have already been given we are waiting for shrove Tuesday but it’s already been shriven we are giving up doughnuts but not we have bought a supply of flour and we have planted it and the soup will recoup any losses toss in those potatoes and there you go those carrots can’t compare it with any other remedy the needy and the needed they’ve weeded out the wheat from the rest and the best of these is soup but the troopers beg for barley but the starlings call out startling forecasts and who will watch the movie who will keep his brother’s watchman