justwrite 15 august

simple in terms of tastes the wastes are overflowing otherwise the neat surprises wrapped in trash and cashed in the marathons clambering up and over the barriers we are the carriers of our own flags the cleaning rags shining up our diamond eyes the crying lies pushed back and off track we are imagining scenarios the way it goes and the questions why and how the cows come home we roam alone and wander in wondering we take a look around we scan the ground and forget to check the sky the seasons wide and open hoping for rainbows the closing eyes surmise ideals the feeling real and the deal yet to be made just played off scoffing at the lobster and wondering what he’s holding onto there are reasons to be scared and there are reasons to move forward we’ve earned stripes and stepped nicely more than twicely laid out before the block the decisions as we talk we walk forward into the woods the cool air and the unexpected answers we swallow up philosophy and listen for layers while wondering what the sayer is thinking what the lights are all blinking and when I call across the room your phone is missing there are listening words absurdly plain when the change comes this will be the same this too will remain and the answers dancing in symmetry the planetary jingles and the rhythms on the floor we are more than our lost horizons we are the tired drinkers of open source material we are running through the halls and overacting to make points we are disjointed in our costumes and consumed by our own energy the desire to inspire and the need to lead these are the dreams of these dreamers and the steam of those schemers were fall away the ropes untied the great sea wide and open and the stomping grounds right round like a record baby right round round round expounding upon such thoughts and figuring what ought and what might and smiling into the night with dream scenes and pleasant truth the useful and the hopeful twined into the magic energy of mightbe