Tuesday, January 21, 2014

21 january

pause for the flaws and the intrigues that set apart a character from a citizen begin again to define the lines that draw the curtains (pay no attention behind) before the door the stage the scene the set ta-da tap dance and any other chance would smell as well the name to spell with letters littered though mail boxes the pale watches with grieving numbers and hopeful nurseries giving birth to these imagined tragedies and festering brilliances all the deliverance and all of the joys the girls and the boys and the any other wonders the curious blunders of opportunities that blinded us from immunities from protection -- we wanted to learn some lessons but we kept on teaching ourselves from the wrong books the old crooks with the right hooks the left jabs and the easy grabs for attentions: where have all the fictions gone in the strung-along realities the glad-handed mystery trains of scripts we dipped from, clipped the lips from and asked for songs - we are wrong to imagine hope will keep showing up with an empty bucket and describing its contents in multicolored joy (here are the black beans and here is the corn) bright in the evening and dark in the morning easy as the sunrise and tired as the storm trying to turn the pages, to rattle the cages and whistle through the guinea pigs the sidetrap taps and other illusions confusions and overwhelming profusions of references in deference to those who've gone before and what's less than more is we stand on their shoulders the giants and that's why we see it's a real good quote and there's a remote chance you clear done recognized it just bit by partly and i'm heartily glad you've done so because after this there is no

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