Justwrite 11 october
Fireworks in the rain spill starrily messy tressily all through the watercolors wet on wet and the texture that lets itself press against the window and slide slippery down// on another side of town a new paragraph is starting but it’s the same old story the glory of plot devices that rise and fall calling out for resolution but swimming backward from solutions// it’s easy to turn off but the screen goes static popcorn forming blank space a negative embrace wooly and uncertain tired of being fired but weary of the work jerking through the motions and caught on broken nails thumbing through the sales and making neat work of the receipts the grumbling beats of dimestore rattletraps collapsing into rhythm and waiting for the next parade// colors cry sky down in tinseltown amazement dripping to the pavement
Justwrite 9 october
Apple cloud shrouded in mystery can we please make sense can we change the tense I forgot to mention the missing dimensions the patterns are clear but I fear no circumstance the circumFrance express testing all the baguettes around the continent the croissants and the carte blanche I am trying to remember I forget about the weather and I analyze forever all locked up into pockets we rock it and we clock the speed the download needs to update just can’t wait for the rain just thinking about spain and all those other nations united in conversations and divided by designations we are meeting at the stations acknowledging limitations waiting for the tension to lessen marveling at the stress in two growing-older shoulders carrying boulders made of nonsense otherbits conglomerating the patient waiting slipping away before the doctor will see the capital B at the climax the rut where the mindmap gets tossed away like so much broccoli flossed away but those pieces much more useful that thinking much more truthful staying flexible and chopping vegetables unusual salads and wideawake ballads flowing through the night and flicking off the light of sense just not enough cash to outlast the tractors too many distractors without benefactors too much superstition in rogue inhibition and the pot the kettle back in black are sidling up for a sideboard attack
Justwrite 8 october
Sky music lights the night rights the wrongs we sing songs of alternate universes forgetting the choruses and fumbling the lines we are numbering all the rhymes to strike the chimes to start the hour we’re all empowered to make such decisions to overcome derisions and stumble through snubs we flub our chances to take missteps in dances and break our toes it’s true we suppose that the truth will come out but it’s north to the south and rising again so surprising a trend tends to be spectacular we’re picking up vernacular and putting it back down we’re working for a crown and a half and the horse that collapses without any traps is the winner the sinners and the saints line up to faint from splendor the holy wonder of hiding under the bridge and seeing fish up close protected by a moat with the remotest chance of danger the invasion by some strangers for rarely are they friends the deep end’s thataway and if you can’t stay on your boat then mom is gonna hear it it’s a threat but don’t you fear it she’s my favorite of the category there’s another story but there’s not quite time and with yours and mine and the alphabet entwined we’re sure to find characters enough to bluff any listener the shine and all the glisten sure enough the waiting’s through and the yellow light blew through recently as we see we notice there’s a lot of hocus pocus but we’d better just move on ‘cause there are plenty of other songs
Justwrite 7 october
Grand oracular mind confined to words too absurd to be heard we have served ourselves well we can tell no tales to dead men it’s a blue pen for pigs and no wearing wigs of the dusty variety I trust impropriety much more than reason in an upside-down season a heavy sigh seize and we’re off again we’ve worked to scan the meter and to feed it all our quarters—the bridge, the troubled waters and the billy goats gruff, all three raging tough and tumbledown the elderberries and allusions raining inside and framing the tanned hide that once hung in the mirror—today’s view so much clearer and the fears are truer but the sky much bluer on the other side of why though we try to please the puzzle pieces, catch and release is a simple pie to bake, to take the cake and eat it, too, in a meltingpot stew, a saladbowl stolen from a thick cedar chest, the passalong best of generations, the hesitations of figuring out the questions and the answering doubts—we have piles of trials and turbulent tribulations: our fascinations with destruction, catalogs of conducted experiments in hilariously forecasted plans, scanned all over and found to be lacking feet—it’s why they don’t go, why the meter’s too slow and the car won’t start
Justwrite 5 october
In the morning I dream of monkeys there are treasonous bananas dangling out of reach into peaches switching on the light means toobright wonder and a stumblestep blunder drawn under by the tides we tried to hide inside the wide-angle lens the deep end we drifted into unexpected quite neglected like the bushes we squished all our chores into corners warmer than the dark again I wondered how to plunder some other number some other forecast but this is the one that now lasts all day and into the way shivering in distaste// if this is the way that this will be then I’m getting out easy a starstudded walk talk amongst the trees we pay our fees with chamomile we style ourselves with hats and sideways chats with wayside smiles
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