Sunday, March 4, 2012

justwrite 4 march

Beside the toothbrush there are certain instructions to deal with these results we have catapulted ourselves forward and through to the next stage it’s all the rage to counter phases of the moon with alabaster spoons and sunshine brigades we fade ourselves into context we wreck our own sentences and carry them out there are doubts unrelated and they want to see changes but that’s another film that’s where the worms get worked out the trout scream the dream teems with confusion the illusions that feel real when you wake up you take up so much space you waste another minute of finite crime the times the lines extend off into the distance the least resistance can’t stop you but the mountain might top you if you miss the limit if you sink or swim it out of touch the rough and tumble bumbling is just another clue there’s another me or you waiting out there the western wear notwithstanding it’s a rodeo clown we’re handing the reigns to and we’re muddling through the lyrics I can’t hear it but I know the words there’s a situation here but it’s mostly absurd there’s no taking sides no making breaking faking hides just a thicker coat will help just another book on the shelf or a cannonball cattlecall we are getting the message through and it’s true this one’s not right it’s true it’s plenty late this night is day and this gold can stay we’re not spending any we’re tending toward on and leaving behind off

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