justwrite 12 july

tired I have fired all the cylinders and in holding interviews the next round is nowhere to be found I have ground the cloves and shoved apparent misrhymes into time with unheard beats the rhythm of the music of the accidental thunderstorm the norms I find in twining certain precious words hugging the herd of appropriated nouns and verbs stolen from swollen cheeks and brains remaining behind the rest the thoughts testing the limits and remaining within it there are no lights outside they are only within and we sink and we swim in our own imaginings we are writing tragedies and trying to live comedies we please ourselves and insert our own laugh tracks but the plain facts are too brown to be buttered too peanut to be nuts about we are trout swimming in a stream too clean to shower in we are thinking our thoughts and have bought preparatory materials there are tests and they come in serials every day and often we are adopting an attitude and hoping it will carry through to the other end of the bus route the express chute the pneumatic tubes running you along in a little plastic canister sliding down like a banister unhanded in the grandstands how can you manage to read this how can you manage to feed these greedy words into your eyes we are surprising ourselves and here I mean me here I am speaking in the singular thinking in the verticular horizon with surprising aplomb and alarm we are causing no harm to the weary we are bleary-eyed travelers unraveling our dreams and spreading them out like quilts too wondering to wilt into instant sleep we make leaps but don’t know where we’ll land and if I hand it to you and you hand it back we can keep track of the lending pretending a library and a scary-faced calendar are blurred separately we are waiting for the line to end for the pretend plan to twist itself into a nest a next step walking around dogwise catwise circling the center and curling into a ball in the middle of it all and letting ourselves believe