justwrite 9 january

thinking about drinking in expertise like the honey bees have been pleased to bestow upon this tea i find that i have lined up all my answers like tiny dancers on the tip of my tongue a harp strung with ripe notes poking in and out of my smile my teeth aren't right and the sounds are crooked but the books i've paged through have waved truth in the wind and we lend our thoughts to the bottles the coddled daughters and the put-upon sons we ride our trains to the end of the lines and off into the margins enlarging our tracks and never looking back over the blackboard we have learned what we've earn and those stern expressions in the mirror grow clear and clearer once we've steered through the right decks collecting the nets full of words hauling absurd sentences out of our mouths traveling south for the winners and the chicken dinners turning into cigars and other prizes rising south again the full pout again desperate for attention and flinching from the mention of a different night alone another rolling stone and the magazines smashed into the bottom of a backpack waiting for a bus the fuss and the hair and the bleary eyes dripping undisguised desire out the thick windowglass trashing all the views and using up the inspiration on the way to a thwarted destination we have failed to fail and we wander aimlessly into success wondering what's next for such travelers wondering what texts we need to read to succeed in the coming steps will we climb up or rhyme down will we crown our own glories or will this be done for us will we embrace the forest or the trees and what knees will we wrap our arms around clowning for the camera and forcing out stammered compliments and clever twists of the intellect sent along with stamps and salutations across the sea of spaces