justwrite 5 march

Putting posture out to pasture means managing better means knitting more sweaters and rolling out the dough thin enough to know and thick enough to stick we are dreaming in the spaghetti we are listening to the heavy metallish leanings of a folkish orchestra we are the first and last straws and there are no little piggies we’re bigger than the worst and rather than rehearse we’ll play in the sand we’ll land with two feet in the air and stare back in the mirror until clearer heads prevail we sail in the wind and we spin our fingers around our ears we are fierce and hilarious we’ve got January bliss tucked into our boots in cahoots with feet of clay playing out their rhythm we’re swimming in thin water the cool daughters and the fired-up sons the runaround twins we’re finished before we begin we’re rusty and trusting but the catalog’s run out of pages the stages aren’t set and the table isn’t finished we’re rinsed and tossed to dry we’re flying through the air with the greatest of ease it’s a sideways trapeze and an audience view there’s a tendency to dismiss the rest here but the test is clear enough the bluff is easy to call and the stall is out of bananas the calamitous reasons and the alabaster seasons waiting for color and unable to act we detract from the values by turning away the colorblind stay alert the rehearsals go on unheard unworried steps in a glorious world a forest without pretenders an outer space without defenders we are heading toward running but not in a hurry there’s no worry here nothing there to spare like a coin like change we’ve arranged our time to chime with the clock to beat with the box to catapult the video through until the audio the clips are mixed like fruit in the salad and it’s a sideways ballad that does no good that chops no wood on the seventeenth of may there’s a something else to say but we can’t let it out there’s a certain piece of doubt which just won’t melt which ignores the sun and funds itself through sustainable grants taken for granted an easily enchanted mission with only good sense missing we’re afraid and we’ve saved that under our pillows to remember when we sleep