post 21 september

justwrite 21 september

waiting for transcription we are checking our prescriptions and making the digits are added up right we fight ourselves in line finding faults in receipts not yet printed there’s a dime not yet minted that will be worth nine cents but if you find it it’s yours to mine it’s a fine chime on a clock you didn’t wind nobody wanted everyone was daunted and other such sounds there are rounds and rewards and the score isn’t being kept the chasm isn’t being leapt over much these days there’s too much close studying and hustle-bustling we cannot dance without the right music we cannot have what we want when we choose it we are hoping for an opening in the spacetime continuum a rift through which to drift and to arrive in style miles to go before we sleep before we keep our own counsel for now I am dispensing without mentioning a price and it’d be nice if it could keep up but I have to drink from my own cup too and it’s truly somewhat limited without more ingredients I’d prefer it be expedient by which I mean a solution the truth in its own retelling the flower aware of its own smelling and deciding it is good
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kissing the sun sounds like a horrible idea when you think about it but when you don’t think about it you notice how shiny the sun is and really how hot it is in general and how bright you look when standing next to it bathed embraced in golden rays you are warmer and you can see your way clearly and it’s hardly surprising when down the horizon the timeline you suddenly find yourself kissing the sun you have undone restrictions you thought you had kept and you find it’s so hot but by this time you’re caught and everything else seems dark in comparison the fun in the park the sparks straggling behind the distractions the nations you find they’re not united facing a lack of connection with respect you check the box and unlock the clock trading tick for tock and not what you thought you’d bought

justwrite 20 september

let us begin to desist to resist no more the darkest possibility the dawning of tranquility which is to mean twilight but when the lights go down the frown turns itself and melts into cloudpuddles dreams spreading scattered all over the patterned linoleum I have allergies and the freezing relations must overcome hesitation and get done we have strung the guitars long enough and we hear all the songs we have written are smitten with our own fairy tale deeply meant and deeply felt a well springing but the rain bringing a change in direction a new not correction but maybe recognition and it’s a different mission now I’d say we’d play different parts if we knew the right lines but the script we’ve been holding had tried to fill in and we’d hoped it’d hold but the conditional tense is getting old and I am afraid to be afraid of what-if and I am scared of giving in to giving up but it’s a different menu and the truth is there might be nothing else to order once the dishes are stacked in the back the display case features around-around trays gleaming with space with all the cakes taken and maybe the hunger’s mistaken but my mouth and I seem empty

justwrite 19 september

I am planning to scan a different horizon the one in the distance upcoming and not the one becoming golden glazed with haze remember when everything was perfect no there wasn’t remember dozens of plans and thriftmade mugs chugging along in the writing of a new time yours and mine we combine the grains and we listen to refrains craning our necks and imagining what’s next even as our lips keep moving it’s true that I’m brewing a different kind of tea to drink in another case there’s a face I haven’t seen differently giving me a backward glance but what kind of chance can we offer ourselves I am staying well out of harm’s way but it’s an arm away in length the tank is full of thanks and the word please tastes bitter but better than forgetting we are imagining forgiving even as we dream of fear we free our ears to newer songs but the chords sound wrong hard to sing along until we learn the words imagining absurd letters and numbers shuffled together making change with our tongues