justwrite 10 march

on the train the maine plains are miles away the stayed execution is off again the scandal of a foreign tongue in an indigenous mouth we are travelling south and whispering into wool blankets we are listening closely over chewed raisins and rustling newspapers i am savoring the sound of those known vowels spade by played lines rhyming through asian signs maybe india maybe some other attractive accent i bought a pack meant for expansion but i got caught in the scansion and tripped on rippling feet the dactyls nearly killing off the small and juicy iambs all scuttling about like clams winking on the beach drifting barely out of reach of the walrus and the carpenter the wwaves all but a bleary blur we stick the burrs on our own clothes and complain when our stockings run the fun we've had and the stories we've dropped off the other end the holes in our teeth and the dents in our thighs the surprise when the water bottle falls the use of evidently without unenlightened pause the continental drift the exponential rifts that grow and the confessions that precede faults we catapult our expecations to the wrong side of our destinations always the other side of the tracks always some newer angle of attack we are attracting opposite withdrawing deposits and when our tires are tired it's too bad that we fired our feet all out with the bathwater and the flyswatter hasn't got a leg to stand on