justwrite 4 june

It’s the kind of thing you write when you’re watching something else your eyes surprised by images the cribbage is a board restored by rules the gruel is an answer on crossword pages yesterday’s stages run on without stop and the mouse on stop yells fells its own regard living large written in certain sense we’re in the present tense and enjoying it for now just for the moment the action scene the music cleans up all confusion how we ought to feel and now that it’s for real we have instant connections hidden dimensions and waterfalls catcalls like out for mice like back for dinner we’re thinner than our pictures but sleepier than the dishes are full we’re woolen in the ears and our meager lives eagerly thrive the magic is unclear but the fear is fair enough the bluff has been called and the stall is straw anyway