justwrite 14 december

there are too many pieces in that pie chart there’s an open heart looking for a surgeon and the surge in prices fits just as nicely with the seasons changing as the rearranging ought to indicate we break our plates but we eat our food and the truth is tastier than the pudding the soup is on the stove and I’m waiting for it to cool but the heat is on so it’ll be a while there’s a longlost trial waiting for a judgment but my hair’s still wet so I can’t get too involved in those outdoor sort of matters just a scattering of dark coats in the streetlight and the road is hardly there just two lines stretching into the ice and leaving the snow matted plodded down trying to toss a whitehaired crown over into a no one’s looking corner but yes this is winter yes this is the color there are no numbers no spaces to fill in but shadows and the darkening eyes in the faces disappearing cheering as the lights go down and the blankets come up we are stuck in our own fascination but luckily we also have imaginations gliding through the noises of small dogs yapping up the evening one last walk for the night one last outing for the tallhatted shortboys running ahead to get the walk moving along and probably a friend along probably someone whose mother doesn’t mind him out after dark parking lots and lots of time on the safe edge of crime waiting for a switch to be turned or maybe it won’t and let’s hope that’s the case let’s let darkness erase itself and replace with health any meaner leanings the steaming of this bowl cajoles relaxation from my soul and the carrots are really good should you be interested in knowing we’re throwing up our hands at the wide range of commands and pressing enter there are too many keys and the brothy breeze will not go unattended this lemon tea too will have mended a raw side I can’t hide over the phone I sound a zone apart from myself but still to my health I am downing citrus and sleeping yes such bliss can be mine when I offer up the time and steal away from editing or planning or internet scanning this is what you do when you lose all the numbers and you realize you don’t need them and who’d you be if you didn’t heed them you’d be asleep quite deep in self-satisfaction