justwrite 31 may

In the interim the sinkers swim and the bobbers take their socks of their rocks around the clock and that’s what you do when the dog can’t chew and the bone runs off there are scoffers and there is elegance in the turned-aside cheek the weak ride out and parade their arms wave their harmless flags and drag a little in the wind we spend our time in angled rhymes and substitute diversions we feel the newer versions of ourselves coming around the bend defending the homeland against its natives the creative waves of restless alarm we are swarmed with work and swamped with elevators up and down like staircases replaced with shoelaces we have whole cases full of justice and the fish that can’t tell time will be left ashore again and what’s more pretending is now found to be better than reality it’s plain to see from the rain we freeze in laboratories the acid content that’s just eating away can’t have its say anymore we’re playing four square with three triangles and as much as we want we can’t have circles the circus maybe but that’s hocus pocus and the cars don’t start we’re part of the whole you know and we keep falling in we’re stalling in too many different directions and the way we make corrections is to white it all out is to snip the gray about knee-high and call for the goose the gander and the neighbor down the street we are meeting our enemies and asking them to tea we are filling out documents and offering them up with lemonade mentions the tension of the high wires and the recording artists still inspire even after the lights go off we’re holding our breath and we’re letting go but when you jump you know she’ll be there and you will plant the garden together