post 3 may

justwrite 3 may

what happens next is anyone’s best kept guess you can read this clearly if you have the eyes willing to surprise the mind in time we are hearing the fearing weather come out of the distance the stress resistance isn’t washed away we play the same songs over and again and imagine our friends giving advice which is nice but fairly useless we have gooseless holidays and no ham can stay on that plate no wait will be rewarded no memories to be hoarded but shared incomparable the parables with the endings we pretend to believe we are philosophers of unknown orders and we always forget dessert packing bubbles into water in hotter seasons we are freezing our elbows with the nudging no one budging into declaration what is in your mind in your carryon will the luggage budge and is it too heavy to carry along I am stronger than disaster but the faster it passes the better wetter in the rain and dryer on the hotwater pipes ripe for interpretation there are stations on opposite sides of the city the river the state of the nation the fascination with musical keys and mispronounciation misspellation and the creation of originality you’re wrong you’re not right you’ve got a bite but impossible to pull in to reel the real deal out of the sky prying surprise from behind the eyes of a skeptic a thinker hans brinker and the silver skates replacing some other image that might have happened there are pots and pans and plants and scams but still I have the wrong shoes I could use the right jeans and the investigated scenes reveal some fear some dancing alone in the midafternoon we are true to ourselves we are sincere we are all interested we are self- and other-dissected each night and wake up relieved to find the minimum number of pieces left out remaining we are chaining the window to the wall and keeping a look out and a book and a cook and a stork to land on the pole and swallow whole the scene in a magically realistic twist

justwrite 2 may

waiting for the rain to change spain to a closer plane a plain remaining out of the exchange rate fated to run away with the bulls the bills unfulfilled unpaid made in the lowgrade lemonade shade a fever transfigured by a trigger finger misplaced disgraced by a dirty face in the mirror the window no clearer for the sunshine it’s just mine but yours too a secondhand zoo without fences no expenses for the walletweary traveler you’re sure you had a credit card and another hardfought battle bought like cattle and it’s not slaughter that you’re after but fastflying disaster lingering bigger than lightning but lasting like blasted memory cannonfeeding a firey forgiveness not quite bright enough to see the other side for arriving in time to put out doubt let us return to cobblestone we roam alone with pocketed hands grandly entertaining various notions I have no quotient to determine the kind of division that will result but if the tumult of this travel is a clue of how it unravels I will turn my pen upside down and imagine an eraser there is no chaser for this face-saving gesture no measure for this breeze-breaking taking hold I will have a hardscrabble board to to spell out the plan scoring all the right letters the doubles the troubles brewing in French depressing may I have your attention please and the tongue squeeze that turns into obererjno and I am paying attention I am a bit behind the dish the rest of the rack packed up and twice swallowed and the forest is done the bike race run and the winners have shivered into a warming season our reasons are uncertain but you won’t hut your head and the bread line waits not for you a callback come true through translation the information for more than free but well worth its weight in phone line in this wireless time a day no pigs would dine on coldweather pineapple experiments

justwrite 1 may

tired fired all the cylinders filled with the will to create but at this late date meaning hour the power has gone out the balloon swoons and the moon also rises

dandelion crown on hatchback antennae

vareneky-eating man leaning out third-story window with balanced plate

pre-rain dancing fieldalone black ponyface

wedding couple oldhouse tumblebed

strawberries to be// finey

yearslong priest robes wallfacing hilltop oldchurch

green shoes to match three musketeers church

windowledge pillow air