justwrite 13 february

A bold move I am writing while listening to music this is the end of it before it begins to middle out to bottom up to singsong all along the watchtower bluebirds on your shoulder but not quite we are biting off more than we can chubacca never had it so good all that dialogue to slog though without doubt he wasn’t distressed to slip through texts with no messages just stress with no pressing matters we splatter our own theories in weary developments the sentences I thought about starting have been carried out on stretchers we are the catchers and the rye it shouldn’t be hard it’s growing upright through the night and into the day we can’t help but stay our own executions there’s no solution but to keep living no forgiving inherent that much is apparent we don’t have children we don’t have millions we’re a steal and a half with a sizable giraffe tossed into the bargain and here it comes undone this song that gets so sung right into my ears fears itself ignored and scores extra points by disjointing my thoughts I caught up with my sense but not enough cash to outlast we blasted through introductions the fireworks jerked in and out of wonder I’ve got nothing to add and there’s no pressure but can’t help to measure the pulse something else like a tomato something interferes call it what you want the chorus says and I’ve got to see these lyrics you hear it wrapped up too tight but I still bite in and when I’m swimming off to sleep it’s on the couch a lifeboat afloat in the hardwood sea can’t be too pleased about that but the drought is rising and the flood’s bleeding dry not got a lot of life left to that stage that’s the thing call it what you want a rose by any other name would be sort of pointless all those varieties those british variants carrying ants by the antennae and signaling success the next best test to pass let’s outlast the hemhawing that seesawing geegawing and all sorts of sounds compounded upon each other buttered like bread instead of meat it’s a vegetarian feat to move ahead one step two best and by now I’ve guessed the music works but the thoughts don’t it’s time for sleep to slide between eyes and mind to unwind rewind and find the threads see where they lead the streams slipping in and out of van morrison drifting free of allusions and out into the either or