justwrite 17 18 december

imagining tragedy's too easy it takes effort to make up something that doesn't implode doesn't unload all sorts of grief on relieved patrons of the arts starting to wonder what all this is about the doubt and the trout swimming in the same stream but no one means what they want to hear and there are fair ways that aren't just for golf we have hopes and coke bottles and the natives and the related wilderness wonder with wild wandering abandon what happened to the plans presented long ago well maybe there was a track but it's been disgraced or misplaced or retraced and anyway it doesn't matter now anyway that's two pigs and a cow away to say the least to mean what i say to pay to play to stay awake and make mistakes long into the afternoon we play tunes and we wander toward next noon crooning and wounding the ears of malevolent hearers oh it's bad oh i'm glad it's over the shoulder wandering away the players and the pianos give all their manna to new authors to handle fashioning fiction into stricter directions teaching lessons and learning corrections the self-found kind the unwinding we do in our sleep keeps us from getting where we thought we ought to go beforehand and afterward and inbetween and the scream the theme the author had in mind the loosely defined as rewindable optimism the schism between harebrained and maimed like ideas that whiz by how high and spy a different view between you and your truths you're used to breaking down clowns and rollercoasters and deconstructing the rushing wind we call laughter but what it is you're after is hard to tell is just as well a failsafe erasing itself calling its health into question and again with the lessons this is where rambling gets you on the road again ready to explode again but more like in a calm way more like in the play along ringing chimes at the end of the line we are rhyming but we don't have to it's an attitude but it's a cando and not a pressedthrough shirt working itself out just a leaning sort of tower of pizza or of hours spent having lent real consideration to the fascination of realization as clear as that seems as sleepy as those dreams come true as blue as you can get out of and back in swimmingly breathing free like in splash like catching a laugh and passing it around