justwrite 11 april

the drapes are coming down the grapes are hanging around with that sour crew I’m warning you they ought to be stopped they ought to be topped off with a cork if you ask me but no one does no one rubs those sticks together and makes fire no one inquires after the health of the elephant these days if you know what I mean there are chimpanzees and other teams there are dreams without completed sentences the rest of the recompense paid off after we are unable to hear our own thoughts I bought enough for the rest of us to share but now that I’m here no one wants to listen no one glistens with restless awareness they just compare this with how that was and it’s a trap of fuzz and other confusions the illusions we are building up make loving cups out of our leftovers those boiled beets meeting their ends in the pot that wouldn’t stop and in the fridge they wait for an undetermined date which will probably be tomorrow but the sorrow is indefinite we must leave some things to chance we must trust ourselves to reach for higher shelves we left the beans behind we picked up the corn we scorned carrots in metal caves mushed into the elsewhat the somethingwhy the neverwas of freshness a test passed and flailed through but we nailed you with that last guess and you can get out for free today you can go to the neighbors’ yards to play just as long as dinner gets eaten tonight just as long as you sleep before you get to bed just as long as you are tall and stretched and leaping over the fences just as long as the songs are electric strummed through the grass you feel between your empty toes glowing rosily into a dirty warm summer