justwrite 3 february

wearing out a welcome mat not quite the goal but the whole pile that’s landed there seems fair or not quite I cannot write a trench full of sense I can only wait for a flood for something to budge and the coffee to drip through reassuringly there are free cells but it’s better to wait outside there’s a ride I thought I’d take but I end up baking a cake as sometimes happens as laps up the wrapping paper and paws into the present the future is too wide open for hope and the past is fast asleep in a different room while we here highly resolve firmly to solve some sort of problem and if you need some I’ve got ‘em we are terrified to hide out to wallow in doubts but they find us anyway they pretend to stay away but no one’s fooled the paper’s college ruled and there are stacks of it keep track of it or where will all the credits go you’ll find there’s just a headache and snow and no time to read for leisure the treasures of off-handed remarks and the dark will come faster until it doesn’t which is how the world turns without soap operas to help it along we are strong in our convictions but there are too many restrictions to do without the carryon allowance is very tight so you’d better get it right the first time we’ve dispersed fine particles over everything but they’re invisible to you so we’ll know what you do and do not so try to adopt the right to-do list twisted into an origami quandary so that all the dots connect and you can tell what to do next