justwrite 21 march

I have no words there are absurd lumps of clay jumping about stuffing their doubts into potatoes and then running them into the sky we are trying to behave politely we are listening to music that makes no sense that’s the remix that’s the trick it’s not a cover it’s all out in the open I left that laundry soaking half the day we are playing different games but wearing the same names and I am tired of the balancing but not the balance it’s a challenge but it’s delicious and I don’t need to eat any more potatoes I’ve been on a hiatus from those glowing bulbs of magical starchlight but bright and bold they’ve exploded into mashed surprise two days in a row there are some things worth knowing and there are some that are better just to tell yourself it’s your own health but wealth is just a concept we are updating refreshing congressing we can do much more together unless we want to go our own ways that’s harder these days there’s less giving in and there’s more sinking than swimming for relationships those crazy blips in the slipstream and that’s a word I don’t use much these days that tears away a layer and I’ve lost what I had tossed into this salad calls up a ballad I don’t want to sing but rings in my ears anyway we can stand up straight it’s a long night and I want to read myself to sleep when I wake up I’d like spring I would like cream for my coffee but the orange store is too far away and that’s right where it was after another two half-classes left me with more energy than interest in directing it in correcting my feet from the straight-home no-roam setting no netting a 6 pm appointment just disjointing it eastward on the calendar Thursday morning dawns differently more preparedly than Monday night well that’s alright this time but it’s not a dime’s worth of sense to me and in the meantime Australia regales us with tales that might not be true even to mark twain which really is saying something but don’t let him think you’re saying something like a moral from a quarrel of a story he wrote that’s a hangin’ error or a shootin’ offense at the least as so he preached in a prologue or two just keep your tongue to yourself and your eyes on the paper stapling shut your lips any time an eclipse of your mind tries to define something you don’t know about just no trout in that stream America but no one stops fishing