justwrite 22 april

when i was listening to the rain i found myself slipping into a song but i slid right back out there were doubts about the melody and i can plainly see a reflection in the mirror clearer than my own nose it's exposed right there on my face but to erase all the angles is to tangle with introspection and at this moment this intersection with life and time i'm a little tied up i have fried all the right potatoes and saved all the proper files in denial with style in and of style there's a while to go before i sleep but deeper than the ocean is my devotion to language the strange gauge of thoughts the ideas we bought and sold with our own tongues among others i am myself and alone i am louder than light i am a bright idea i once had and i am scattering the evidence a preponderance of clues the clout no doubt stronger than clouds and shrouded in sunlight i am confused by the seasons i am changing all the reasons and projecting what needs to be protected i would like to read a book i've already written and find myself smitten with each line i would like to wrap another sweater around those glowing with coolchill i will fill their bellies with all i can offer there are coffers full of colors and the numbers become irrelevant the spell we sent out into the air comes true claims its own reality and the fees we pay are only for air the breathing seizing our beings as necessary and clear and the fear is a tax we throw out with the tea into the sea which is actually a harbor but which harbors no ill will for such a sweettaste spill just don't let it happen again