justwrite 20 february

if there is a right to thrift there is a shift waiting to be made there are shades and some of them are ghosts but some of them host picnics and otherwise pleasant adventures we have acquired tenure but we are unsure what to do with it where to put all of this water the fodder of nighttime imaginings we are building up tragedies and breaking them down this town is big enough for the blue true through way of us there are trusts and banks and tanks and yanked chains but none of that here no fear none the wicked too many sheets and not enough wind too many boxes and not enough wheels we are not stealing anyone’s time I am avoiding the easy rhymes there is a twitch in my left foot but the water is about to boil the clothes are washing themselves almost toward the rinse cycle there is nowhere to dry there is no blue sky with heat-making capabilities not in that room with the closed door the humidor but not for cigars not for fast cars and sideways motorcycles those are their diaries those are peru and chile and other continents of thinking there are trinkets we can buy ourselves to keep our shelves from looking bare but no one cares to see so we knock them down again and there is a balance to be rehashed there is some othersuch to be trashed but I will drink my juice I will keep my tooth in place I will tell the truth and not slant we can’t recant our own misgivings and in the meantime we ought to be living