justwrite 29 december

it's better to go on go out go through yawning into a fresh batch of mornings served up to undeserving souls the breathers of whole days through until the end extended into metaphors and glorious lunches crunched in through the ways of the trays crashing down in school cafeterias the bleary areas doubling as auditoria and gymnasia the crazier the pluralization the greater the fascination for these are the three rings of orient they are of circus so far and no farther all tar and no feather we are weathering the storms and waiting for the return to normalcy so long ago promised so long ago invented as a word first heard from the mouth of a president hesitant only about moving forward but there are certain sounds that'll run you aground no matter your chatter no way to replay to rewind the time to find the blinds and fling them open we're hoping for more chances for sweet romances and storybook adventures but the measures for measure creeping in that petty pace erasing long-gone plot devices pretty and nice with variegated spices well there are just too many variables we are wary and full of optimism and this set of angles creates quite a prism when we turn our heads instead of raindrops we see bows closing to the earth reaching arms around astounding the onlookers the deep cookers the frier and the friar all tuckered out from extricating doubt from the non-believers the tender weavers of other tenses other dimensions where what's good for you is shoveled through a different pore the store where you can buy belonging is all sold out and here i am driving through yet another place i'm not from anymore and if it's a welcome i wore out i would try another route but for now there's no doubt that i haven't got the address to rest on nor any laurels to wear in comparison to plant in enchantment and in the meantime it's all just fine anyway no debts to pay just fade into shade and conjure up some lemonade to smile into from a distance