Thursday, May 27, 2010

justwrite 27 may

confused about where yesterday went there ought to be a sentence here or two but it’s true I see none and sojourner turns out to be just more fun than Lincoln who’s drinking in pursuit of happiness and also there are clouds if I’m allowed to say so there’s a dayglo wondering waiting for some reckoning and I am not sure what I ordered but if the waitress walks by I’m not sure I’ll ask there’s just no task to be taken to no brakes to faken through I am wondering I am interesting in the anatomy of the question the shape of the dream losing steam and taking on water and losing water and picking up steam we are reaming through the paper we are layers upon lakes and stakes in the hearts of a thousand gardens hardening earth into seeds into plants forming vegetables out of color and ideas the suggestion of a hidden dimension beneath the soil pulled up with toil and some sun there is no way to say that we’re right there’s no height to stretch to no limit the wretched crew can’t push your new machine too sullen in the pit waiting for the valves or some kind of sign to blow the monitor the gauges working out in stages and sending signals no bigger than a watch hand a clock a pot never boiling out of body there are sodden clothes someone was wearing swimming in the dark a parking lot imagining warm flat on the pavement faceup sky pressing down blue comforter a scattered assortment of clouds none too loud to prevent sleep we’ll keep the leftovers we’ll shoulder what we can hold and await the next load the updates when we’re suddenly online and we find that there are no messages there are simply stresses of potential threats not yet but maybe so please don’t get please watch for please be careful and in the meantime download these updates up late we wait and wonder having been given no chance as the heart monitor dances in megabyte delight and the meter keeps running there was no decision just a collision with opportunity and if I had immunity before that doesn’t mean it works no it’s a pearly sow made out of a coinpurse rehearsed endlessly and undefended there is mending and breaking and we’re all taking chances listening and talking and talking too much a soft touch might do it but there’s no way to try just to do

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