justwrite 4 september

if you want to make yourself useful out of something there’s nothing like anything to get started with there’s a risk any time you move but staying still will kill you eventually there’s a smelly fate awaiting you behind various rocks and underneath the dockers you wear socks succinct enough to tell the truth and tell it straighter than theater could handle we commanded our forces we’ve been through divorces and now we go to weddings heading elsewhere in the staircase there’s just no escape from the crepe attacks the counteracting of coma racking up the numbers the marble balls the blue chalk and the green scene a faux-felt felt by some to be vaguely overdone but by bringing this up I had wanted to introduce a new topic into the conversation the fascination with generations and we’ll go on having them what’s more there are scores and even seven years more the fear stores all selling out and the doubt’s all flushed but so is her face and so is his chase the race to the finish I’m out but you’re in it and so we lean in closer the disposer of garbage and the guard of the building filling up his teeth and wreathing the sun in fronds breezewaving and on in the everdancing circus of ideas