justwrite 14 june

inside doubt is the title and also the matter there is one character there are two but only one matters there are three and angles foreseen and splitscreened but it’s only one who will change the channel who will handle the knife the scalpel the cleaner cleaver wait until the lights go down and you will see the thoughts come out the internal monologue spilling through the humidity resting briefly like clouds over the head of the wakeful sleeper keeping everything close breathing it all back in and again and out but there are spouts of cool air dream-bearing whales on sale for the strawberry dozen the kilograms cousins offer on good faith and fresh taste not to be wasted on the world-weary the cheery cherries and other such pieces come to terms come to fingers to lips and the trickling air cools against hot cheeks the furrowed brow unresting sweating and contagious with grief finds relief on the other side of certainty the pushing-away of questions and the lessons learned to teach yourself we are moving into the second person which is easier it’s neither him nor her but you and it’s truly the way life is taking place but erasing the space around the colors ungrounded scrawled outside the lines turns out to be no time for good no wasting no chasing the sentences back into place we are relacing our shoes and singing all the blues we can find with no mind to the sky it’s so hard to try for certainty it’s ridiculous to predict but still foolish to force floundering fondling inaction and trying it on the tongue running fingers over pearls and buckets full of radishes seeking truth we’re not used to there are few points I’d like to point out and more doubts but the way this is going there’s more growing upward and outward and inward than downward and if I haven’t got all the same badges and stamps and visas and camps my earth’s just as damp and there are forests for the trees there are breezes and words I am waiting to have heard from my own mouth charting the next course