justwrite 11 may

there is hay there are horses and the divorced verbs herd around the nouns the scoundrels and their nannygoats the nibblers on nails and also on corn mourn the passing of another vegetable the wrong way which is the other direction and no correction can be made at this late stage we are fading in and out of complication I am raining across the nation and the acorns are born again there are scandalous murmurings but in the meantime my feet hurt there are worse shoes to wear but there’s no comparing with baring toes and the rosy glow of a package shining in the distance delivered against the resistance of time and space and also sense unmentionably pleased but no disease to say thanks got tanks full of that and a hat goes off and never comes back down on and other opposites the stylistic elements the tragedies sent through ignorant half-classes the sunshine parades and the faded unions without solutions where will I find more pillows where will the billows bellow out to and how loud will we shroud our faces in caramel and also in disgust will we trust our better selves our bestsellers with the failures of possibility I am making something and the stitches will be apparent or in this case the tape an escape from the whitewalled livingroom and where can I put my knees this is no desk this is a text to be written in Braille stale letters stalling out and falling off the keyboard where there used to be an a perhaps adapting next to a collapsed s and the rest of the line after half-d is fine but below there’s something not to be next to b and left of mostly m trimmed up and right there’s an o taking flight but there are fingers still clicking licking up the opportunities pleased with spelling and felling each stroke the ink tinkering off into the universe or under the skin and this is how to begin the synthesis the letters of literary bliss a message not to miss