Sunday, February 12, 2012

justwrite 12 february

The reason I’m drifting can’t help lifting more than a finger to point in that direction is the pileup of corrections the getting-done list and the missed opportunities while waiting for some unity of a sort some states some nations drifting at slowgo speeds can’t tell I need more without seeming needy can’t mop up the floor without looking greedy but I’d rather not fall and it’s a more than tough call to walk away to play some other song the better the net worth the gross tonnage no one wants to budge and all those using contractions are likely to find themselves in traction but the words must go on and the scattered sense and so many sentences lost to the pardon the interruptions harden and suddenly all that’s left is space I’m replacing the curtains with an open window policy and this is what you’ll see just moving along and getting done and the moral of the quarrel is to stay in the game it’s better to win but losing is something too and if you back out until you can’t see the court it can’t be that important it can’t be more than a course for par or a star for tree-topping once a year hiding in the closet for delicate fear or worries that hurries will trap all the dust the little rusty flurries when the happening starts to do starts to true itself out of inaction there is nothing that I’m saying here but music I’ll have more of and the floor I’m still unsure of what with these ridges and the fidgets between the slats the boards the absorbed disappointment in the ways of the waves the save I couldn’t come through with and the screaming he made himself blue with just disgusted in a hypothetical reality the public and their relations the changing of the stations and also the guard it can’t be that hard to tune in a little better to pay attention to the weather and wear the right hat and in the middle of that we’re looking to do some shedding but for now let’s turn to bedding chapter and verse so often rehearsed though rarely early enough to be unappreciated perhaps it’s better having waited but I’d rather not next time

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