24 march

No reason to hold breath here but it’s clear the steering wheels its way out of control while the sole powers shine on whole songs and skidding alongs we dream ourselves awake and through the foods and shoes and news come-true we fill our plates and closets with the humble bliss we’re waiting for but even more we’re looking to some other-colored truth and when it’s compelled to be revealed in some fresh catalog unsealed the wheelhouse and what’s in yours restored the wallet uncashed and recycling untrashed we are compelled to seek greener change and higher domains of learning earning our keep and renting what we’ve spent – we are our own best customers in the worst ways the easy plays with words the birds and how we’re for them the glory and greater to it… we blew it and we know it but in between there now we sow it hoping something fresh will grow its way to the top a jacked-up beanstalk with a different kind of ending a giant worth befriending and a golden sort of goose with an elegant kind of solution there’s a confusion with these stories and it’s hard to plot the courses but who would want those horses to ride in straight lines to define every stage and scene to set what to mean and to say how the play-out ought to go? Let’s throw out caution and categorize adoption of the push as the number one skill set we haven’t met on the most opportune of resumes but if I can say a word or two I’ll leave some for you and listen through the rest like a test I passed by and waved without saving raved without bathing in the sea the European versions the most humbly perturbed shores with scores of teacups and easy-up umbrellas for ladies to tote and fellas to boat about past the last of the seekings to find the merrygo passersby to mind when really we don’t and it’s our own fault we won’t be paying attention at just the right when