justwrite 13 march

in conclusion the porch swings a little too fast sometimes and the sidewalk zooms out of view there are true stars and false flowers but the hours pass by and no one can tell the difference in the mashed potato moonlight the noon brighter than imaginable a tragedy of wideawake proportions because sometimes a little distortion is the key to too much clarity my answers are all frozen and the cattle call stalled out in the middle of a stampede half-heeded by the chums of some young republicans and their armies marching with drums overcome by rhythm and unconcerned with melody they’re making some headway and the breadlines grow fine and dandy the candy their teeth are shattering chatters up the sideways sandalwood the thoroughbred instead of the half-matched candlesticks we slipped a few cents into the collection plate waiting for the right one our favorite accordion player to layer a new flavor into the wetsnow halflight the day of white in korea the sea of galilee in a mixed reference text flexed like a bicep tried out like a pterodactyl and I am pro-rated by that protractor ever after and before again the wonderland fad and the radical ideas fleeced like the nation greased like a squeaky wheel and feeling fine enough to dine alone