justwrite 21 december

All for your health the wealth piles up stockpiles easy smiles and this is how it goes this is how we show appreciation the fascination with tradition the conditions required for undesired verbiage scattered and what matters reassembling its rights defending its lights out policy and turning on instead we are ready for our close-ups we are joyful in our own cups and saucers this is how the sense comes undone we are sunning ourselves in mirrors when it’s far brighter outside the tide laughs and laps and around again the ground we stand on hardly handling itself keeping its faults hidden deep beneath the coral reef and the alabaster shells doing just as well as they like heading off down the pike and multiplying the dividends the deep end is close enough the listeners are bluffed and the floor’s pretty smooth a wideopen groove and the guts to say so it’s an easygoing argument to make a name to fake and a cake to bake to take raking in the proceeds feeding on those unstrung deeds we are listening we are christening and listening we are about to be finished and there’s no diminished returns we earn what we can’t spend and we borrow what we can’t lend the idea of philosophy smashed up with applesauce the pomegranates and surprises aplenty sent off to the market we are departing in peace we are catching to release what is it to be said why are the windows so open what are they hopin’ for so late in the night so clear that delight can be reached and the answers so preached always come with tags always eyes with bags beneath but those shutters those closed-up brothers of sisters asleep the creeping dawn struggling along a wrong turn an unlearned route an unimagined map the styles and the drafts always reassembled the semblance of sense and the tense space between the wondering what it means and the eating of greens we are the wearers of pajamas we are the users of the plural first person even when what’s rehearsed internally is entirely more accurate I am wearing pajamas I am creating dramas out of silence the reliance on meaning is somewhat overrated I can’t tell what’s being waited for I can’t say more at this time