justwrite 12 august

i am thinking about typing directly into this space the replacements haven't come through and we are making our own blanks out in the backyard it's hard enough to make sense and it's even rougher to burn rubber toward progress the confessions blur through tired eyes and fine i say go off and do what you need to do but please don't call tomorrow there are sorrows and there are watermelons and i can tell you what i'll choose i'm used to wandering and this is the way i smile politely this is the way i daily and nightly remind myself that alone is fine there's plenty of time and no one's counting it's possible i'm doubting but now no one's keeping score i'm worn out and the weather doesn't help i've kept my end of the bargaining chip here in my pocket but the locked socket never shocks it does its best to keep calm to carry on the dawn is treading lightly but it will come at last and the fish will waiver outward while the flying bait is cast there are mills and floss the looking and the lost but the boss cuts a profit out of misabandoned gear and while this is not a real word there is still no need for fear i have a habit of pouring it all out of offering of serving and it's possible i don't deserve it but another way is unheard of and the way i feel is absurd enough