justwrite 28 september

hen I was looking at the picture it clicked I had licked my eyelashes and the clash happened the collision between the present and the future forever sututred into the past this can’t last but on it goes and the rosy supposes turn out to be toeses of something larger the drainedout charger rushing about looking to plug in but bugging all the bystanders the openhanders waiting to be filled we have drilled this situation we are a ready nation as long as it’s something we’ve practiced hide under your desk until the test is over and when you emerge it’s victorious and the story is ongoing we’re following rules until they’re in our way and we play within bounds at least during rounds of assessment the best bend in the river the best jump into superlatives flashing and clashing in noisy fashion we are the winners the beginners if not the finishers and on we on we go and so on says our middle American poet he knows it and he draws it from a deep well and swells the stories he knew into something more true it actually happened and now it’s trapped in a different page a stage for all to watch a hop to scotch us together the weather changes but the curtain comes up and there’s a new pattern a smattering of what matters with commercials in between and a Christmas ringtone in late September a man with an urban health project sweatshirt making us wonder about its origin his swimming skin and where it’s been we have our own answers and we dance with strange rhythms in our heads the dreams in our beds rise up and go and so we’re lucky to believe come true but if that’s all you can ask for that’s a task for your own improvement just consider some forward movement and see where you get in the meantime you’re just fine but we can toss a little traction in and see what kind of reaction begins