justwrite 10 january

i sure do thanks i sure fill tanks up and i level them out i ride all night and fill kites with alabaster wishbones and if you're phoning home to wonder what a spell i'm under it's natural there's no craft about it there's a shout it calls itself out and it's spent we went for a walk we listened for a talk we picked up rocks and threw them in the air there were rainbowed docks and the fog at the end was inviting enough to swim in and so we did and there were more conjunctions but so then for and nor but or yet so we went on with our lives speaking grammatical hives all those edges matched up snug and the corners shrugging off indifference like with a glimmer it's gone and all the caring comes raring into action again i am spent i have lent my last kopeck although that's not exactly correct if you'd like to stretch your intellect across the language barrier it's scarier than ever and faster than reindeer but it's clearly going to change we can't rearrange space to fit our own time as easily as a child can force an end rhyme to fit out a poem for mother's day or a garden variety thank you for all the posies all the supposed experts have their texts worked over and here i am cramming again all those teeth into one mouth and it's a mile worth of smile but there's a twinkle in that eye i'll be glad to see again soon to tune in for an afternoon or whenever might be available it's a wall that's probably scalable but maybe not to size there's a rise in the population of hope there's a scope that has no sequence and a rock with no feller but there's a cellar with a door and who could ask for very much more could ask to be shot down with a crown in his pocket and a locket full of air a dusty piece of hair having vanished in the interim sinking to swim and waiting for the thaw