justwrite 29 april

the line on the line in the sand in the hand is worth two on the scoreboard and more accurately it’s four and the tour is over the clover blooms in surprising color the bagels are not but the tickets are bought and the show goes on I am strongly opposed to headaches I am not the best planner I have a manner that begs to requested in triplicate I have spent the last dimes of incorrect currency in a hurry seeing but not finding searching but not buying anything but feetmeetings with streetlong itineraries we are ferrying our way across the stream toward online overflow downcast eyebrows we are tired we are fired and hired in the same thought and what I’ve bought will have to last because I can pay no more for now