justwrite 2 january

Late in the morning when the day gets stewed the list gets used to itself and toasts its health with an awkward schedule the olives are waiting nestled in the bottom of a can on the top shelf of the fridge wishing that the pizzas had been bigger shining in glossy black richness the taste of earth in cool relief having been briefed on the upcomings the dishes are cleaned and the leanings are forward and onto and out of there is time and tension runs through it there are goals and various ways to approve them disprove them confuse them we are walking through the hours we are lifting knees and four-tire jumping up up back back and keeping track of minutes drink some water eat some fruit in sweet cahoots with communicative methods lessening the numbers and adding up the colors we are clearing the decks but it’s hard to tell what’s next give me something to read let me take the lead and give it up it’s a cup that can’t run over it’s a bowl with a handle too and the tea’s for one not two as the saints go marching through these are the holidays the holy ways of keeping track of studying relaxing and counteracting resolutions we make ourselves these sweet solutions but how do they dissolve how can we revolve when it’s the earth should do the work when it’s the syllables that jerk their way out of candor promise to tell what’s the matter and I will always listen if there’s a truth that glistens in a midnight garden show then the fireworks that sow their light into the dark have some real high yield and it cannot be concealed as the viewers are the brewers of their own misfortunes and joys coddled like toys in their eggy shells the heavens and hells all wrapped up in arms bared and born again the storm we send ourselves is lost on the mail and the snow and the hail will take their time will end their rhymes while I prefer to deal in slant sounds where sense abounds but words are fair I just can’t care too much for any of these bluffs to be listened to and if I ask you I’m sure to hear the difference I’m sure to quote a delirious assumption you know nothing about and I’m sorry it’s just doubt behind by turned-front shoulder the worry grows it bolder but I’m pressing on ahead there’s much better else instead