justwrite 31 may

seems like a waste to chase space a lake that lurks in the dark waiting to park in the middle of your lots the generous nature of contagion raging against the scene and wanting what’s in between the lines to be said for too easily read are the wrong words the misheard assumptions there’s something that’s worth nothing to listen to I am telling you and also myself it’s a matter of health and unreasonable raisins turning albums into applesauce and there are clocks that can’t keep up were you wondering where the plundered goods went bad were you thinking about drinking in the moonlight or giving flowers or changing hours for minutes just to see what’s in it for yourself there are elves and also selves making those arrangements it’s not just with greenery there’s scenery I can’t change faster than the curtains open we are all hoping for sales we are hoping for the never-fail whales of inland lakes to take our breath away with suddenly known understanding there are always parties and assorted chocolates but what’s at the bottom of the box is at least more interesting to start with let’s dump sense upside down but don’t pick up the dimes the pennies planted plentifully in the sidewalk ignored as if talking back with a bad attitude a cheap tongue hung out shamefully with chapped lips slipping insolence into your soles step aside hide your tender side ride with your hand over your heart and also your mouth it’s an inauspicious position but the way these strawberries are flying to your cheeks it’s a wonder nothing leaks into the sky the sunset can’t let it rest there are hours still to go and the sleep that stopped last night and restarted in varied parts with delivery pysanky and other symptoms up for analysis buzzed its miniscule business in my ear until I feared it remained in my brain in the insolent haze of missed sleep deep enough to see from far away but too shallow to drink from this shore