justwrite 13 december

today is one of those which is a day in the life of Ukraine there have been many such days and onward they go spiraling into hard-to-read calendar slots vertical not horizontal caught up in some angles trying to be clear but steering out of control the modem buzzes and the honey’s all gone I am singing a song of more than sixpence but still I’m none the richer I’m a twitcher in the eyes and my character surprises me when I see her speaking without a script and I’m rather strong but certainly not ripped out of fabric or time just a me-shaped hole in the universe hurtling forward the storm burns itself out swallowing the lightning and tossing back crackers the lack of tractors makes a hard row to hoe but we’re almost ready to know the answers the take-a chancers we are telling ourselves to be open we are hoping for quiet and reaching-out the doubts get stuck in cobwebs and bob along the words to the song caught up and ferried off to the dark corners the easygoing mourners ready to complain to drain their days into defeat but these are not our courses we ride different horses and tell tales to ourselves and friends with pleasant and unexpected ends the happily ever following after and the time always onceupon we are the dreamers of these schemes and the destroyers of worlds unfurling banners and other advertising options we’re for early adoption and late registration the easy fascination with language hanging on to itself stuck honeythick and funnyfingered lingering in expressions messed up in laughter and convulsed in whose fault it cannot be we please these reflections our many-tiered collections of possibilities breezing through it’s nice to meet you but have you noticed that and how soon can you forget so let’s just say and play along nicely there’s no clove for the spicely lot but we’ve got all we can handle just to keep our ducks in a row and even as I say this off they go to new bliss quacking and sidetracking all the passers-by using pretentious vocabulary and dreaming after a dromedary or two but really what would you do with a fellow like that whether one humps or two this is hardly a zoo and I’ve got no yard it’d be hard enough to get him in the door and what’s more he’d have no sand to stand in and I could hardly think he’d stand it and would soon enough demand it and that’d just be a situation more or less outlandish