justwrite 16 august

I’ll try but I can’t promise anything you’re looking for you go to the store and you buy more eggs but it’s the dregs of the batter and nothing matters but what’s shakin’ what’s bakin’ and we’re makin’ mistakes we’re takin’ the cakes out of the oven and shovin’ them into misguided mouths the norths and the souths the alligator trout swimming downriver upstream we say what we seem to want to we keep our lines short but the exchange is arranged with equal parts pleasure and the measures we treasure are the ones inside our arms our open-smiled charms drawn together on a silver chain the questions that remain and the wonders that stain the morning sky the late july melted away and nothing can stay but green the scene seen from different angles trying to dangle opportunities in breezy trees the scale is not quite measurable the trial is not quite eligible to be solved the revolving doors scoring coincidences the present tense is the best one for this but the future sounds good too there’s no rush to shush such commentary the easywearing loping the sidewalk hoping the cheerleaders silent headers watching for clues and singing the blues at misplaced hands the in-high-demand answers the up-in-front dancers chiming in to bring direction to add connections corrections and energy the kind we see the blind might need to light their way and still we play onward this song heard internally the lamp lit eternally to show the way the lyrics say and it goes on and on and on and I’m glad