post 2 october

justwrite 1 october

wait until the season changes we rearrange business deals to steal jazz from the beach-faced crabs we are stabbed with guilt and filled to the hilt with unexpected feelings I am willing to keep up waiting but clearly stating no claims is the way to remain off that page there’s no stage to advance to there’s never a chance to rush the present we’re often hesitant to lean too far forward and that’s a good way to consider the view but it’s also true we can fall down we can leave crowns behind and bring flowers instead I’m easily led by my own wonderings occasionally blundering through insecurity the worry we create for ourselves and leave on our shelves for later consumption making something out of nothing and holding cold fear closepressed against a just-sleeping shoulder the older you are yes there are changes yes we arrange our dreams in general schemes and look at the answers in borrowed mirrors the view seems clearer when you change the angle you hold a hand you see the land in a new language the sense of dimension gained under such examination dissipates with hesitation if it’s not used it’s an easy truth but worry creates itself and sickness subtracts health—I am listening the quiet is glistening with rarely heard frequencies we’re pleased with the sounds and can’t wait to see them ‘round but if you wonder at the full program you’re bound to be disappointed for the scenes are quite disjointed—still I cannot look away and the sound begins to play

justwrite 30 september

dancing plant enchants our hearts we depart in pieces the releases all signed and the vines entwined we are fine as long as we’re watered the sons and the daughters of some academic planet you think but you can’t plan it out divine laughter and shouts of encouragement have sent you packing the distraction is nearly total and the verbs are hardly modal but the style can’t be speed-dialed we have trials and there are judges but we’ll bail you out of jail

justwrite 29 september

chair parade lazy and slow goes up the street and keeps the beat with internal rhythm spinning on corner legs/ nobody pegged me for a drum major just a stage for sitting but I’m an armchair smitten with music the velvet sounds of truth in the long asphalt lines your steps and mine entwined in a careful pace you can’t erase the sound and the town knows it the crowd shows its appreciation its fascination with the if clause following applause in perpetuation the conversation and the beat go on