justwrite 1 november

suddenly an incantation without reservations sends a flash invitation to the mindboggled mix pulling happenstance from circumstance and flashdancing a hit parade of lemonade stand memories and the willow trees of three different scenes plus two from dreams and it’s hard to tell what will fare well from the beginning to the end but it’s easy to pretend that happy ever after is worth much more than laughter that this creator won’t throw tomatoes onto the stage enraged and confused by now we’re just used to this sort of cabaret the ear by which we play it the sword by which we slay it and lay it out to dry just like that catfish wish come true dried straight out of the biology room we are zooming in and out of focus on these plot points but once the score gets added up and the pickup truck bed gets slept in instead based on simple confusion the language of illusion the bananas are bruising but not fast enough I truly feel wounded but don’t call that a bluff I can only cook so many looks at a time can only book so many crimes without appointments it’s too intense to live fruitlessly the free and empty scene with inbetween despair may offer plenty of air but it’s a scarecrow’s world view that offers you only the loneliest stake breaking hearts and feeding crows composed of crafty designs but budgeted down to some more basic lines the prints not blue and the crops more or less uncouth we are useful and our lives are true developed in color negative