justwrite 28 april

I’ve had my fill of stillness in recent recollection but it’s an easy misdirection between self-correction and internal turmoil roiling over splintered boards floored by the sheer thought of nylon the frying pans scandalized by the toasted nightwise morning the sudden sense of change the rearranging letters scattered through tattered curtains uncertain teeth and the reach for a creaking seat cushion we are saving ourselves from the toohard from the cardboard pizzabox breakfast the collectivist mashing of so many potatoes out of focus but still clinging to their skins releasing their sins and recounting their votes not the remotest chance of satisfaction in this hall this crawling pace this heated debate disgracing tomatoes and losing focus a hocus pocus sort of tiddleywinks on the brink of implosion showing again and again on channels ten and twenty numbers wide hiding behind the screen the screaming meaning little beyond noise we imagine various ploys but destroy the plans before scandal blooms the blueprints filling a sleepless room tuned in for quiet but inspiring the opposite watching yet another variant and dismissing it without doubt simply sense and improbability let’s take a survey and pay off the takers the bakers the judges and their grudges a hiatus could make us grow could stop us slowly this is how it happens this is a play in the third quarter or maybe the second no recollection of digits but I’d say it’s time for the half it’s high time to craft an exit strategy or is this a higgelty piggelty piece of humble piety about to be served hot or cold or moldy with waiting for reality we please our own designs call our own lines and translate what-ifs from hieroglyphs to true-tone blackandwhite views the truth or the art of it who doesn’t want a part of it and how would you rather I’m gathering input before hunting for bigfoot