justwrite 3 september

remember the song and the words along the road we exploded into the advertisements spies meant to be seen dreaming clean of aftershave and renegades we paraded through the atmosphere we steered so clear of interstates waiting for the dinner dates on the otherside diners the peach and the pie words sliding upclose on the menus exposed under syrup-proof laminate the wait and the coffee the tarrish dark trough in which cream disappears like a hope into fears there is too much devouring too early overpowering the possibilities the freeze the name at the end of the map the laps around which the twitches lead picking up speed and heedlessly charting courses that we think will get us there it’s true we can scarce compare with our projected paths and our autographs our signature moves grooved around the records right round the players and the saviors who bring pizza and bring it out to parking lots where we wait with drooling thoughts imagining slices and other devices of pleasure delivery the chill rightout shivery up the spine the ores all mined declining the verbs and observing the words we thought we knew and away they flew again again I thought about what to say I had it on a silver tray and the impish glimpse of tripping in the mirror the future much clearer I tried instead for tea and the switch was not apparent there was no use in comparing what might have been the silver screen the debut and the reason you got up that morning we thought the dawning would be more pale but the failsafe broke and the colors awoke spilling over the edges the borders all crossed and the dentists all flossed out of their seats those chairs that defeat the most focused of postures with tools just absurd to behold and it’s true that I stole the trajectory and hung it in the rectory where we rang those bells all day long we made up new words to the song and invited all to sing along but what they saw is what we won and there’s much left to be done