3 may

dandelion crowns the world around and wreaths bequeathing hilarity in comparison to garrisons of ice cubes frozen into rows and crowded into repose forced by northy gusts and vague distrust shown in mussed hair under caps and trapped by scarves arriving unharmed but somewhat shaken it’s all taken more than we had imagined but still nothing like tragedy and now we’re safely here no fear or at least not now expanding into the landing zone droning on and on about the fronds of ferns and the lessons learned but never taught or the ones we ought to know much better than the ones that we sold off to better difference-makers the takers of first steps and the left the right behind the imagined finds we thought we’d lost we tossed those salads but didn’t eat them we found our cookies and hardly discreet then we ate them all we came to call but left early afterward we heard reproach in distant mouths and traveled south to avoid confrontation seeking some new nation to divide and to conquer nothing like hardcore openness in the walkaway look a day of honesty and one of sleep there are dreams we have and there are calls we’d rather not take we have fake reasons and real ones and the seasoned drums are beating but you can’t tell me how to answer there are things I know that you don’t and it’s hard for me to buy in when I don’t know what the trying’s all about but no doubt innocent no doubt reminiscent of something I can’t remember and all it is is pretending sending messages I don’t want to reply to sending efforts through unrehearsed battleship maneuvers too diverse to work through I’m hiding too and that’s just fine I haven’t got time for any other tactics this battleship’s galactic and other allusions with unknown truth in them no I never saw that I never had a cat and I’ve never been to spain there’s a plain way to deal with this and an envelope with no stamp but too damp for words are the tongues strung along the beach reaching out to lap up the next wave the easy crave and the senseless rave saving time for sideways stop-bys the understated pleasant surprise and the wish to disappear or at least a few bits gone just songs to sing in lingering notes not yet written smitten with possibility creativity the waves we see in the distance coming closer exposing their felt structure and apparent stitches the allusions are glitches in the forward motion mechanisms schisms of what used to be and a static tv in the background leaning toward the fore