justwrite 16 december

Yesterday I wrote November and it took me one whole day to remember by which I mean notice there’s some hocus pocus going on it’s random and strong in the sense of distraction there’s contraction and aren’t we all dropping letters here and there the packages strung along lines in the sky the postage so high and the rates outlandish the foreign affairs department riled up and all the rifles in a row it’s a show that can’t go on but the ads are brilliant and the biscuits come in tins which is to say within this mouth the british doubts are occasionally seen by which I mean heard from and it’s a tongue-numbing confusion to consider such illusions but by the way who’s counting and what’s to stop the sounding boards from sounding bored in response I’m just putting this out there but what’s fair is square and what’s undone can’t be restrung we’re hopping along lillypad to lillypad scattering sense and piling up sentences the defenses all shot the cannons all bought along with the farm near the old peach orchard a battlefield site and in the darkwind of night the howling might be a stomach and might be the clouds the shrouding of sense in the tissues of mystery sneezing their way free we are pleased to announce the birth of cool the foolish game to play the stay of execution oh yes please do and crumpets too while the armchair groans with hollow tones creaking through the rivers and out to the see you later water cycle sky higher and gone to lean into the sun to come undone we cannot predict but I could have told you what and it’s better to be a nut than to mint cents although equally dense are the prospects of a seller of celery the celerity the madeup words the herds of suggestions humming along underneath the mentionables the potential and other words I don’t like the tax hikes that ought to take a and the leak that broke into another universe the Vonnegut mirrors the listeners and the hearers I should start running and if the direction was clearer I’d put on my shoes