justwrite 30 september

thinking about withdrawing not calling out any cash or whipping out any lash just drifting about a bit to wit elsewhere not a saint or an album not a martyr or an eight-track just a counterfeit reaction putting the self in traction and letting it ride a while there’s no smile ready and waiting there’s no carbon in that tree for dating and if you’re going to erase you need to be gentle it’ll take a fine-toothed comb to keep at home everything that means identify and to brush away the rest it’s a test coming unmeshed and it feels like I’m not dressed in the right way there’s a free plan but I haven’t got a strategy a dependent calamity I left the wrong book in the right place and I’ve got no face to stand on just wasting time and rhyming dimes into petty crimes I’d apologize but who to and it’s no use true or false to call us out ourselves each other there are brothers and sisters and missus and mister are down along the sidewalk keeping up that chalk talk weighing up the scores and what’s more colleges and knowledge is the only way to have some leverage if feelings were so healing then why