justwrite 16 february

In the time that it takes to warm your feet to heat the fire to a reasonable level we’re whaling on the bats and cracking outta the park the dark the boat the field afloat in turmoil it’s a foiled potato waiting to be baked it’s a short story outline that’s full of mistakes I’m a fool to eat cakes like that but I can’t be stopped it’s a cork that’s popped and a record that’s broken a misspoken word and an absurd rhyme a shift in rhythm you can see straight through and the cantaloupe that’s you has got a smellin’ melon worth of alabaster porcupine snuff riding on an antiquated bluff I’d rather not call let’s stall until the next day’s over let’s schedule ourselves for next Thursday night it’s a brighter view no doubt and the truth is about to set itself loose anyway so let’s try sleep in the meantime it’s just fine to imagine simple tragedy a halfway done song wrongly recorded shuffled out and disordered I can hardly keep straight all the substrates in that film the layers that could have been referred to but instead they were explained until nothing at all remained but fable tabled are other discussions that could have been drawn out the free will it’s all about and the doubt still lingering hinging upon an open door the frame remains and the hat’s on the knob