justwrite 10 11 december

having the grace to face another maze we are crazing our teeth upward in search of the sun we are stunning in our confusion we are building houses of illusion and filling kitchens with questionable matches that don't that float high ideas like riverboat coffee cups stuck to the wall and calling on all the kettles to mettle only in their own black business the dizziness of a thousand fish swimming sideways strays through my eyes and tries to hide itself in stability these eyes are blue these thoughts are true and when i write i bite off more than i can manage it's a strategy we see typically in cases such as these as the patients stop being patient and ratchet up the score one points two or four and there's a snore in the aisle to while away your sleepy nights to bite and to cheer with tired ears yes we have the years to fill that resume yes we play with arms wide open hoping for accidental embraces the traces of newer laces untied again we confide again our hopes in small and spindly ropes poking from our feet and reaching toward the road we explode toward anticipation we push and drift from certain frustration we are caged despite those rats we are catching but not contagious it's an outrageous way to see the world it's an obnoxious twist of knot to have gotten wrapped up in neither to sink nor to swim in the tragedy of a so-called marvel carving all those tender smiles from the wooden teeth of history's mysteries are we to believe how can we retreive the facts from the inbox how can we talk through these theories without teary rememberances the memoirs the stores of photographs collapsing under the weight of stationery carrying the words meant to be sent so long ago and on we throw a scarf a hat keep out the draft and trap so many accidental lentils in the soup we're cooking the books we're looking up in the card catalog the cogs and the wheels and the ways we can steal our answers without having to ask the questions the embarassment is part of the lesson and i'm stressing without teaching without learning with just leeching off of air borrowed through a firey throat it's a moat i'd like to drain just to check just to see how the breeze is chopping up the waves and what we can save at the bottom before the castle wrastles one more banner out of the air and shares the trumpets of successful retreat beating oxymorons into glorious relief on the drums of the listeners glistening in the heat of interpretation