justwrite 4 september

Vaguely disconnected the floating returns feeling burned by the length of fingernails and ginger sails in the orange mornings the dawning of accidental alarm clocks rigged up to sound sweeter than delight the evening and the night tense not worth mentioning but the facts you see the details that freeze into place a puzzle unmuddled and solved into solidness the easy bliss of knowing tomorrow will come and the angles that rhyme their riddles into politics in turning on the radio the television is clear and the novels on the shelves will make their answers known the introductions thrown out of sorts the chief retorts resuming their natural stances the slow-we-go dances and the stepping on toes I am ready for the something and unsure what it will be I am jogging around the block and waiting for the pain to follow the ache that breaks a head above a heart apart we are singular the royal toil of making up the story as you go along I’ve sung this song before but the separateness is far more pushy the bushy beard disguising the future and the fog that stomps in without much in the way of manners leaves the city planners and their sideways glances off to their own chances their disguised devices their mechanical cats and mice is the answer to be told or is there a salary in it I ought to use this time I ought to run faster to write more now is the time of resolutions the pre-birthday confusions of adjustment and assessment a community needs survey where the community dwindles in size and widens in wonder these are the eyes that do not cross and the tease that do not dot