31 october

because the first draft is a rough one
because there are more answers than pages
because we are each other's
because coming home is an empty house
because the blueprints are still green
because my ceiling says NOW
because i toomuch think LATER
because the worst thing that could happen
because only i can make a difference

30 october

the perspective directs the eye spying something green and in between the petals of the sun -- pouring running lines of leaves through clouds of branches and latterday rain -- watch for the moon to rise

29 october

designed as surprise the resigned watch boils unmatched and satisfied: overfried and undertaken, mistakes of the assorted kind -- never the same twice, always a new spice -- a flavor to savor as well the runs dry up and over and out

28 october

too many other pieces but the release is the catch: yet another apology unwarranted -- the stores all closed and nothing to sell, high and dry buying when commercials so dark -- park and ride and plug and play: the allergies of a sleepless night and the ironies of an uncalled fight: everyone out of the corner and already caught on the ropes

27 october

untying not trying to keep it all in one strand -- landing on one foot butter side in my face -- chasing all the great escapes away while diving in to sinking, swim and coo the birds away -- the execution stayed and the tv down low: no reason to be jealous when there's no game left to play

26 october

for days and weeks, the months went by -- the hours change and seasons pass -- under bridges and through pages: water only flows -- angles must be all around to see what matters most, to listen with all ears

25 october

and what is to learn is that turning, there are other pages -- stages seem set until the scene changes, rearranges the heroes to villains, champions to also-rans -- rude mechanicals and set designers, shoddy one-liners and props to spare: wide aware that looking backward there's a track record of blinding certainty in what wasn't true, as even blue skies overhead leave unread wild like tabloid headlines -- realigned with nearly stale hopes

24 october

Further forward, I find, the spaces reflect and grow longer – the road continues and the right exit doesn’t always satisfy. Let me leap. Escape is preferable, or relief would do. The gnawing ongoing: some other, better, else. Holding the door but caught by the knob as the traffic rushes backforth. Upstairs hawks soar in prevailing opportunities: what else to be waiting for? Landing to tower as Christmas tree toppers: proud and strong in the new.

23 october

quiet as breath unmet there’s a space between calls and a stall-out where searching used to go – while the growing out is through around and true enough in expectations of held thought the caught-up search carries no baggage, dragging all the carrots undersground – unfounded and over-appreciated – too fond of fronds to tickle any fancies – too ivory for chances or any other keys

22 october

easy enough to pint out but harder still to swallow – the challenge is how the crow flies but there’s no shorter distance between two points and the canary refuses to answer – a chance opportunity, a glance toward immunity – coughing through the night into dry morning break