Wednesday, February 15, 2012

justwrite 15 february

They want me alive or dead the song says but the wrong way the street goes back again and the trend can’t reverse itself without toasting the health of all and sundry we’re wondery about it but what to add I’ve got nothing I’m rushing like water around the block but the clock sure takes its time the criminals and their hold on crime we’re weary of fearing and the earrings still fall off it’s a subtle cough and a mocked turtleneck how could you wear that how could you stare that down it’s worth a crown and a half of teargas to take a different view not the end of a tunnel not a funnel cake worth of sugar powdered or powered up through a memory Sunday yoga downtown and a bagel in the place by the park cream cheese and a book leisure borrowed against all the other hours showered with work jerked about through schedules unbound by rules though swelled by bells unquelled by reason we are seasonal workers and the fruit’s always ripe we’re up and down the ladders adding up the minutes you’re in it and can’t get out these are the doubts that compound when I think about turning back returning splat in the middle of the same where I left from to the different we’re ambivalent about so much we’re vaguely in and out of touch with details but that feeling of Sunday morning free reminds that the rest wasn’t the rushabout built by myself and the healthy wealthy wise surprise with which I walked away can I pay my own bills cure my own ills without that net that safety that gets itself started weaving in and out around your worries coddling them reminding that no one is alone a picture in a book yesterday papooses really in the modern world a warm womb to carry around yes you are safe yes you are close but you are tied up knotted at your feet and your arms have no room there’s space for your face and you can view the whole truth marching along toward nothing but the strong escape safety and rush into the new it’s true or maybe it’s an excuse I can hardly measure out with teacups with silver spoons and shrimp boats we’re floating on as we all do and the irresponsible leanings scream out louder than the muted tones of alreadybeen zones though the map is clear enough for anyone else to read if I could just work out the key that would really be something worthwhile pile-topping and all-else dropping well let’s just see what we’ve got

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