justwrite 29 january

I can’t say that the words are stale at this point but the joints are a little dry the juice that ought to fry is out of the fire by this point remember turkey bacon the almost not cooked enough balance between crispy edges in the microwave saved from dispensing so much grease by a creased paper towel there is no other device quite as nice for soaking up something like that or splattered floormess there’s a case for towels but there’s no washing machine on this scene when I was coming in from the cold today my words were stuck and my face rushmored right up I was blocky cheeks and toobig teeth rocky and solid while fluid thoughts struggled to escape she wanted to ask something else but I was saying no I’m not mad anyway in other ways so I staved that off coughed a few times and feeling fine now though the dow goes up and the bottom falls out will I make baked goods should I deliver them at once or at one and can a class really start at six what else that’s in the mix will scuttle in to push aside any scheduled sitting getting to the point and putting a fine one on it I’ve got no bonnet and no bees no forest and no trees I thought there were two r’s in forest but this deplorable taste in letterature has been corrected I’ve neglected to know everything yet again and the strands incomplete are indiscreet enough to whisper my errors good heavens it’s me again I’m by the hand and off running toward accidental phrasing saving myself and worrying health into existence where the least resistance runs aground yes we all want to be pirates there’s something to admire it’s a different style of life and not the dangerous kind and not the copyright igniters just the sailing rowdylook crew who’d do no damage to anyone who stays out of the way and lets the play roll on forward and through and aroundabout too there’s a view I’d like to subscribe to but I haven’t got an address and the british got will do me in with the friggin slang and the notquite twang of some different flavor in your mouth the south of elsewhere staring back in the mirror when you’re waiting for the alarm to go off and you remember the fire detector is dead discharged from service and you resolve to play it cool