justwrite 9 february

I’m making the case for making the grade I’m fading in and out of doubt but the route is mostly clear the fear felt ought to melt away at the approach of sleep but the deep digging leads to the rigging of such an election it’s hard to keep connections snapping and sparking all day barking up the wrong trees the easy views and the long-lost truths we set free long ago they’ve come back to cage the birds which can sing and the ring is too rosie to keep wearing so it’s a riveter a deliverer and yes we can demand yes we can sand the blasted whatever it’s a measure for measure and that petty pace keeps creeping we are leaping to conclusions without even thinking half of once much less twice and it’d be nice to be awaker it’d be nice to be a baker if all you had was a cupcake truck but you’re out of luck if you think those are safe because Amanda thought so too and look where that got her through the night and all is right at this point but I remember her junior year and a bucket full of fear and misplaced disasters the rafters are all singing and the bringing home does not result in bacon on this station but here we cheer for sort of tortillas here we leer and peer and make other sort of looks into the books as we close that case as we erase that space and fill it all up as we cup our fingers in each sleeve leaving no room left for cards no hardened truths the youth have set out to dry the feelings fry in the sun and the pan isn’t greased but it’s a catch and release egg and it’s begging to be waylaid off in some pasture no one will ever catch up no one will ever spill the supper out across the television screen as the reruns and leftovers cycle over and cycle over under the green word tree under the apple pie bee spelling itself over and under U S A U S A