Tuesday, March 20, 2012

justwrite 20 march

There is some catching up to do but the brew is too strong and the day is not long enough my shoes are scuffed and there are other concerns we’ve earned the right to be left alone but the forward motion is pressing us backward the wind whips our whiles about and our wits can’t help but shout as the weather changes hands the minds that understand and the wheels that still appeal to our senses overload with mud and other artifacts of spring we bring to our attention the dimensions of time and space we are the wizards and our faces are full of teeth the right ones the bright ones brimming with hats and scattered like sunbricks tossed out into the everywhere crashing through windows and startling the dust that hangs in the air unaware and undetected until the light is internally directed we are pressing upon instincts and clinking glasses we ought to wear contacts we ought not to drink but the signs point to the far walls the alligators dream and the pot calls all the kettles home to roost the chickens black as can be and the party lines free and clear steer as you wish and toss back the fish you never wanted to eat anyway we greet fair play with pleasure and the rest with disdain but the main thought is how to wonder where to worry all the ducks are swimming in the water but their daughters and fathers and mothers and sons are stuck behind desks as the sky comes unstrung all the angles as they try to face the gravity yes face down it’s the only way we eat more than one or two bagels a day and we find ourselves rounding out with holes in the middle the cream cheese riddles solving themselves we are dissolving the gels and liquids of our own imaginings the gatherings like magic the game renamed from childhood neverminds I’ve left behind the stage where I teased after this much like 4H versus girl scouts the pushing off of adolescent doubts we are fierce in our differences and we are the changers no strangers to goals and knob-kneed foals in foolish galloping strides with two feet wonder-tied as we hurtle into the next

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