justwrite 10 january

Well it’s been a while and I ought to say something polite there are scones and the muffins stuffed in their wrappers wait for the morning I am dawning a new age a different stage the state of confusion now in session the lesson plans scattered and the waves on fire the air for hire is pricey this time of year so I’m steering clear of single servings I feel deserving of something but I’m not sure it’s on tap there’s a shattered dust cloud and a tumbleweed parade images made of fairy tale westerns and the darker sort of scenes in between the frames with the letters rearranged we can see the truth we have packed our youth into coconuts and shopping carts high on kites and reminiscence a path of least resistance but only one of many the plot twists and thickenings the solutions much too sickening this is a show not great to watch but easily caught onto there’s a number who will poo-poo but the trend defends itself and the show goes on the program rated strongly and highly and even as we file please before thank you and ahead of you’re welcome there’s a sheriff and a killer and the saloon door swings wide as the noon and the saddle and the badge and the rattle of bones forgotten in a gulch indulge their darker dreams seeming to be what they want you to see we are not keeping notes we are not getting done all the fortunate wonders waiting while I could be eating cereal I could be dancing louder and I could just say no thanks but there’s a tank a little low here and a night a little still and there’s no need for a fill-up but a tuning might sit well there are joints that crack and shoulders that shrug a mirror that tugs and an empty sort of drift I wouldn’t say downstream but I wouldn’t say with paddles there is nothing that’s the matter and there is nothing that doesn’t work but the truth comes with a jerk and it’s easier to be alone and it’s much quieter without that drone of background attack ads and worries that hurry up to the fence that press their faces against the storefront glass these are the puppies the kittens for sale the worries those whales to carry around in your pocket when you thought you had locked it up safe and sound and sewed it shut ground those butts into the nothing but the light creeps and the tone beeps and the message gets left anyway and damned if I don’t want to hear it