justwrite 5 march

adrift on a rift in the abyss the void avoided by deep sheep and the sleep of ages the rock of cages and stages in cabarets the old chums coming undone at the seams and seeming to dream outside of Technicolor the blunders all up close and the most of the least like the best of reliefs and the worst of rehearsals all ending up on a warm lap to sleep and to be relieved to have answered questions and lessons learned we are churning up the butter the better forgetters like the letters that make numbers out of holidays I am staying awake I am taking the cake and letting them eat it we were discreet in our butter and honey but now they want all of our money we are living off of carrots and socks but the locks can’t be broken with such cheap tokens the goods are for sale and the carpets are turning into a tom waits song too long we’ve missed the bits we’ve risked the reminiscences we are wishing for some other dawning or an awning without eyelids heavy on the looking glass classic screen green turning blue and nothing we can do but to ask for tasks to be completed to be repeated with certificates and marks pressed back into the dark no recommendations for higher stations no relations no quotation marks of that style no tiles on those ninety-odd pages just stages of history blistering in the steppe having leapt over tongues for unstrung distances there are resistances and I am many of them there are circles and I have drawn a square there are here there are where they who say when how you count your stars and keep them lucky strung up by guitars and tickling their ivory smiles as the miles to go before you turn right pass by and suddenly they have left