Tuesday, April 26, 2011
justwrite 26 april
is it possible there are full fingers figuring out those pages we are staging ourselves in various colors our numbers are not painted yet we haven’t bought the paintball set of our dreams it seems we’re running out of timely circumstances we’re taking our chances these are fine romances and other jazzy tunes it’s a moon and a star and the bubbles all get shot it’s a crime but it’s not worth paying for it’s a straw-strewn floor and a jar of honey it’s a crippled bill that used to be money just wait until the mail comes just wait until the jail runs out of bars and the cars all take their time walking along their lines purchasing their wares brushing their hairs and coddling their hedgehogs we all have our own logs our stardates our wait-up-late reasons it’s been a year since a year ago it’s been a while since the last of snow but that doesn’t mean I’m waiting for more that doesn’t mean that a knock on my door is my dream tonight not a beam of light from some distant whatever severing the lonely dark there’s a park and ride and an eat and park yes a park and pool and a ymca ark for everyone to ride in to watch the high tide in and also to hope for and also to empty stores of oatmeal and other devices the nicest part is the heart of the matter but for all that it splatters messily dressily down the block gently through the rocking chair evening meaning what exactly doesn’t matter my teeth don’t chatter and that radley’s not boo to you or to any other and of course like you he had a mother and so we go and how we know our own devices our own best spices keeping all our ducks in rows wondering how our gardens grow without the least tending all that back-broke bending we think we’re so important we think that nothing will spring without our help and if we weren’t so picky if we weren’t so tricky we could count on something we could know the plumbing would offer something up would cup some green upward pressing it into the sky and telling the sun here here is what you’ve been waiting for and we would smile and know it was the truth
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