justwrite 26 march

Insomnia bouquet tossed overshoulder and dropped accidentally then clung to so strung through with wires that the tired petals can’t fall so tall an order so sickly a distorter of efforts there’s something hurt in the state of Denmark or in the pool outside I’m striding daddylongleggerly all across the face of this space and the map is tangled in my toes I rose to the occasion but I played again and again the hand dealt I have made the most of those cards I’ve been hardpressed to be best and do the worst rehearsed solutions researched contusions of the brain we’re remaining underfoot when we ought to be overhead I twisted my ankle instead of making progress but there’s a real test to be passed glad I’m not last in line the sheets wrapped and twined around unsuspecting dreams squeamish and tired the sweaty neck and the wrongly bend wrists we’re missing something and it’s hard to tell what or where it could have gotten to I’m almost through with the sheep and the deep breathing but no closer to receiving that release that grief passed off and into the sandy night raising dunes and fool moons the rising of tides it’s high time it’s another idiom from another country we’re bumping along the road and wondering what we packed what’s for breakfast and what will I do with the rest of my life am I too fat and will I always be where is the ceiling and will I know when I’ve hit it I’ll admit it’s something I didn’t plan I never scanned my card in the reader and now I’m just feeding thoughts into the teeth just catch no release and the tires melt into the road we’re exploding with connections the synapses the dimensions too undimensional to take a full millimeter teetering in and out of time zones if I were somewhere else I’d still be awake but it’d be acceptable we’ll make lists in the morning so we don’t have to finish them in the dark or we’ll start the lists tonight and then zenly set them aside as once again I’ve lied but trying counts a little in anything of the sort or so I’ve been told boldly ignored snores like horseshoes clinking solid on the stake mine’s amiss and the mistake’s all I’ve got to go on for now