justwrite 12 march

there is just no best way to say this the test may be passed but it won’t be the last there are bums there is dharma there are snake charmers and caravans of traveling musicians who camp out in the front yard of your scholarship and build trapezes out of flying accordions I was young once and I had dreams that seemed to be invisible to others too clear to stuff under the covers and too imaginary to be realistic we kissed it all goodbye when we refused to wash the dishes now we will never eat again we will spick and span our minds out of time for croissants or other delicacies the French kind the rewound back and forward chocolate with a doctor and the butter and the workers all on strike you hiked backward into the somewhere else and settled right down on the edge of the grid which has now rehinged back to enclose you to suppose you are already seven what would you want to do next there are only so many sidewalks and so many carnivals the chalk has talked its way through your morning and now the afternoon is dawning full of cartoons and open cereal boxes we have tops to spin and to take off and to put on and when I count to ten we will fend for ourselves but I’m sure we’re all prepared right and I’m sure we’ve all compared frights back in the green room back where we tried to swoon with excitement and fear but then it turned out quite clearly as a surprise when we opened our eyes and found ourselves upright afterall the calm after the fall that never came the cries that never met the floor and what’s more the trip in the ambulance that fancy dance with the medicines and the messages and we are all just waiting for our turn to be consulted