justwrite 20 march

early to bed and early laundry the quandary that spells us incorrectly that waits us out like staff hoping to turn down the covers or take away your salad plate we take turns feigning importance and chiding each other now now and then then but it’s a break for spring to come and a thumb in the ear at winter we’re almost clear of that we’ve almost leapt that catways over the fence I can’t help but mention the growing attention being paid to spades and the calling of them that but we scatter ourselves at each others’ doors and chorus songs of innocence and William blake we take our situations too seriously bemoan the facts the life the cause the strife and also our dirty clothes indisposed to take care of themselves they toast their own healths at the bottom of the closets the cupboards the shafas and other foreign words I am afraid of war and also its sources the causes too debatable the facts too easily statable and it’s a fall from grace it’s an easy chase around the corner the looking for reasons the defining of treasons in clear-cut terror the mirror set too far away to look into much less step through we’re breaking more pieces of more hearts and yes that one’s a cover no it’s really Janis and yes you’re a different planet away if you didn’t see that coming if you didn’t hear that humming numbing senses from remote directions too late to make corrections jumping in the middle of someone else’s fiddle solo more like a duet but maybe yet it’ll be a symphony the crash and the boom and the bang hanging harshly in the air as the audience stares with open mouths and the critics shake their heads there’s something to be said for caution and there’s more to be said for fairness but whose turn it is to decide is mighty vague from this angle we try and we fandangle our way through various piles of facts we can’t help but counteract our own suppositions with our push to do what’s right because the day and the night have two different views we hold these truths to be inscrutable but poorly elocutable to make up a word what I’ve heard worries me what I see is a wonder what I fear is a blunder and a can’t be right wrong song but we’ll wish for the best and we’ll grade all the tests at least we’re not cheating but with preferential seating it’s hard to tell what the other students think as the pencils clink down sinking into contemplation in the hallway as the marks are etched in pen