justwrite 18 january

It’s possible to be tired of patience to wait in a line that has no end makes the trend seem pointless the direction seem correctable and it’s looking like that’s soon the moon through the snow and the way to say go away pops up crisp like toast got the most useful things to think but maybe too much to say gotta play by somebody’s rules and they’re gonna be mine that’s the tastiest kind anyway and yours are too stale they fail to keep control and off the dole rolling into action it’s an opposite attraction one of those kind of forces those leading to divorces and silences and really I’ve got no room to talk but it’s a hot dog walking away from the bus station and it’s a mystery train that’s already gone I could re-sod any old lawn but there’s got to be something to start with more than dirt yeah you’ve got to have sun and the one thing missing is the brightness glistening behind such notes poked full of holes so the nothing shines through and it’s easy to say you can go your own way but it’s harder still to hear it there’s nothing so much to fear it’s the saddest but hey there’s plenty more sun in the sky the moon and the why not the caught-up schedules and the medals of honor we are getting things done we are breaking banks and paying for piggies have you seen the latest numbers have you really any slumbers or just excuses because I know where the juice is kept and at this point it’s already gone so singing along is fine and dandy but you better go stock up on your own candy as the waiting gets colder and the night goes on it’s a song without an ending and a wish that’s still pretending indifference better sleep before that turns better knock that off at the bend better buck that rodeo trend because this is my page to write my wrong to right upside and through and it’s true I’d like something different but if this is what I’ve got then I’m not answering to anyone if no one’s calling