justwrite 14 december

It’s when there are questions about birds and freedom that the words absurd enough to start with depart into pieces we are reaching out for pie but the sky’s a little high for those kinds of purposes the deserving is rarely the issue but the muscles made out of the tissues have got to be trained the pieces that remain are often out of order the years sorted into shuffleboard courses we ignore ourselves we play along with elves and also with chipmunks we are listening to each other but not saying much there are questions to be asked but easy to relax when there’s nothing to lose truth and rainy streets meeting in the dark there are parks and cars and falling stars tonight the astronomers say it’s a show worth staying up for but what’s more you must consider is whether their tolerance is the same as yours or mine and if it’s just fine to lay out on the wet grass and collapse your sleep into a wet heap there is no way to see in these clouds even the moon shrouds itself with half-hearted shivers we are delivering opportunities and forgetting how to dress them the west sends its love and the gloves come off when the case goes lower haven’t you got a mower to whack those tracks into the yard it’s hard enough to see when you’re looking but to eat after cooking is anybody’s idea of a good time and I’ll say that I’m enjoying that somewhat but when it crashes out of the sky it’ll be easily mine to not wonder why mine is the dreaming the pushing outward and upward we’re forward thinkers and we clink glasses to health and drink water for wealth the wise surprises the chief disguises are all in place we’re spacing out the blueprints and seeing if we can convince ourselves to build something that can’t exist to dye in the sort that’s wax resist cables and tables and often-told fables are trying our patience are jumping that high fence and telling secrets to the closed doors it’s easy to explore from a seated position but it’s harder to listen to someone imagine a not-yet-visioned tragedy but if I’m the one who has to report it then some other gymnast will have to contort it I have no answers for those questions but yes I’m free and the other lessons can teach themselves all in good time the internal rhyme and the alligator shoes weeping lovely tears in a search for noble truths we are tired of firing ourselves there are hirings to be delved into and the shelves unfold with fascination the accordionation of the process we are all in agreement we are speaking in the first person plural the royal pronoun when we turn around toward the mirror and see just one I two eyes counting back in easygraph math