justwrite 24 june

Swooning I see the passage of time the crimes committed in favor of labor of a not unpleasant sort we’ve resorted to tortes and other sorts of culinary law the trial is in error and the bearers of standards had ought to let their flags fly fast and loose in pursuit of the truth and in fear of the clearing-away of spectators yes sooner or later we all turn inward we all find absurd such external pursuits running off in cahoots with advanced planning teams and pyramid schemes that will bury us all but in style you see with all the cats you could imagine painted along the way and the funky dancing fray waiting expectantly for the next go-round we’ve found these structures and made our guesses and in the future some others will be wondering what chess is what magical function these small pieces held and whatever they conclude can only be hoped to be accurate though what’ve we got to lose everyone else is misunderstood so that’s good enough for us if we can’t trust the future then what have we got to turn to I’ve burned through plenty of explanations and the hesitation is still there it’s a four-square game with no ball and the cattle call of actors for the infinitely upcoming scenes has left between you and me a fair sea of extras we’ll give them tickets and feed them biscuits but if that’s all that’s in it then we might as well spare them any such lines as would define their lives as tragic or overly dramatic we will take those on ourselves we will toast our better healths and straight on through ‘til morning