Sunday, December 31, 2017

31 december

wrapping up with a scrape and a bow, there's a cow that's not quite home yet and a camel off the trail -- fail to make it to the last minute and it'll be time too late for edits with the sun far up instead

Saturday, December 30, 2017

30 december

easy to miss a step when there's an unsteady road unloading filtered versions of fractured stories -- we worry: is there something to do differently or can we be our own selves and trust our own healths to the dreamers beside us than confide us in our own secrets and the growing seasons turning unreasonable when the wrong rain falls and there's time enough for all the cases to be uppered and lowered and tensed into the right dimension just never accusative and certainly not vocative -- the locater of all addresses that end up undelivered

Friday, December 29, 2017

29 december

whenever the weather is switched off we cough up the ingredients for a more expedient forecast to outlast uncertainty and travel past the worker bees that fly below the radar and shoot lasers that beam and peanuts that dream of butter days ahead in the smooth and creamy future that crunches between bites and at nights is the sweetest thing to hold lose in the most convincing manner because not so much else matters when the nighttime lights go off

Thursday, December 28, 2017

28 december

remember everything you see so you can draw from memory and pull up a full cup to drink from before it overruns the cat's cradle and silverspoon dandelions trying hard to forget their names but still remain in the front yard -- much too hard for an allowance to cover and far plumber than a crack down the middle of the road ready to explode into motion when the town runs out and the horizon comes in clear

Wednesday, December 27, 2017

27 december

unnecessarily soft is often the way to smooth things over and underwhile the band plays on the rooftop and we can't stop 'cause it's shopping day and those bills won't pay their own credit but you can bet it's an interesting loan to phone home about and no doubt the operator will put it straight through and if we do our best then there's rest at the end or a pending cursor unrehearsed and integrated with the stated causes of the next referendum where we vote to send them back to the cleaner without any supprt while the cockamamie rooster sings first

Tuesday, December 26, 2017

26 december

upon arrival there is pleasure to be had and shared and spread instead of space and the race is no chase but erasing the else and leaving instead this in a smile styled toward tomorrow but heavy on the present

Monday, December 25, 2017

25 december

a night that goes on long enough to turn excitement into wonder into worry and the hurry is in bursts but the works have it all and the kitchen sinks when nobody's looking though the booking is solid and there's no standby need with a feed we can't swallow and a hollow center -- a mentor couldn't help you learn it -- just earn bits and pieces to paste together and the weather continues on -- words to a song that nobody knows though the door is closed and it's time to take off --

Sunday, December 24, 2017

24 december

waiting for the next page is the space between as the lift becomes a turn and we are nearly there -- balanced in the air as a sigh of wonder and a light surprised by dawn while the colors unfold and the theme comes up softly and then headlong into full on symphonia

Saturday, December 23, 2017

23 december

watching this program i was channeling some other but while the power turned it on and around he ground up and got brewed while we used to stand for it though the planes landed in all the most ridiculous boxes and the locks fizz out when doused with water but as long as nobody knows we won't have to tell -- just as well that the loot's uncouth and half truths are piling up in the coriander ready to bring some taste to the office after all

Friday, December 22, 2017

22 december

tired of manners of matters of having nothing to mind and minding everything -- to bring the end up sooner is to dial in the disappointment -- we sent ourselves packing from the first step off the train but the main thing is the play and to stay offstage for so long brings on the certainty that the lines are not meant for me and i freeze the accounting of ever amounting to something but i've one thing left to do and that is sleep -- 

Thursday, December 21, 2017

21 december

understood and overstated: yes we get it and still now! hope you've got that what you need but keep it on your own boat please -- there's enough negative to float a sinker gone double but the trouble is tat non-compete clause that gives pause to the conversation, that states the continental nation -- these are all the corollaries -- these are all the standard areas of discourse -- and i won't force my way through to understanding a scene demanding of overindulgent interest but the splinter gets right down to it: there's a better way to go

Wednesday, December 20, 2017

20 december

flows over and flips backward -- forwarned with forearms bare and the wherewithal to stall out even as the doubts melt away -- you may say you're a wanderer but it's easy to get stuck -- unlocking the luck and rephrasing the stays in execution to a wildeyed resolution tossed through the air and into tomorrow though i'll borrow any respectability to tumbledown toward the corrected brevity of wanting to go on but knowing this is where it ends --

Tuesday, December 19, 2017

19 december

when the weather breaks we stake our claims in unexpected directions to learn unseen lessons and to track the triple threats we get through the mail without fail and they pale in comparison with a share of something better though instead we're keeping our eyes shut so there's no glut of opportunity -- the moon we see rising at any hour towers over the sunday school forget-me-not we bought at the garage sale and failed to report at inspection --

Monday, December 18, 2017

18 january

what use is the answer if the questions's not there and all pears from the tree take their leave and breeze easy into baskets with a task it's impossible to know in minds unbroken by thought though we've caught ourselves wondering sometimes as we unwind our imaginings and stretch the sky starward forearmed and upper thighed with the hip bones connected to the unknown and the alabaster smiling back in teeth: marvel and the marble we will build our next canoe from -- swimming fast to carry it downstream --

Sunday, December 17, 2017

17 december

remember the weather we meant to get past when the cash was overdrawn and the words were overheard -- we were too young for indignation -- but left our tickets at the station to collect interest and certainly they did but we forgive it all now as the row's long done and the columns have come up -- marching ever onward to the roof, steady on

Saturday, December 16, 2017

16 december

remember the rhymes and unwind the time it takes to make mistakes enough to apologize for -- the way the whileby times pour in conversatoin and inspiration all half and have not while the listener who's caught goes on about the business of wings spent openwide high and through the next ahead sky above and book unread

Friday, December 15, 2017

15 december

an even match to catch on to and a wand through the sky means a magical wave that saves the day and turns the tide and trims the sail while failing to catch on to songs of sirens and hiding behind them to steer clear of fears much line elegant veneers and other fine fixes mean the mix is in and the sky is full with the bullhorn disregard of unneeded ramblerows and misbegotten hoosegows with all the sasparilla fit to drink though the link is in there somewhere and the mountains are in range --

Thursday, December 14, 2017

14 december

and when i breathed out i felt the melting of shoulders and the dropping of the jaw -- my cheeks loosened and my eyelids fell -- heavy into sleep and the disconnect of letting go -- all of this and more

Wednesday, December 13, 2017

13 december

in the meantime i will wake up and make up the answers from coffee and cotton and the doubts we can't solve and the doors that revolve around decisions -- the subdivisions of spreadsheet fame and unremained proclamations that save the nation from its own fate and protect state division from the steeple chase -- a lightning rod for the avalanche of modern hyperdrive romance -- save us from our selfies -- and also with you

Tuesday, December 12, 2017

12 december

with a little more practice i could track this through back to when i should have started and broken heart my way today and beyond on the long gone timeline that's just fine if you see it from the right angles untangled from reality and the foolish other bits that eclipse productivity with a proclivity for delivery at just the wrong minutes and the chance to catch you in it while the sleepless turn to chance and the race slips to the finish --

Monday, December 11, 2017

11 december

but before you carve it starve the sky and drain the mountains -- to move a fountain then a rainbow curving up to hold the earth -- deep in wonder dark of wordwork elves and dangers to entwine -- all the bits that come unraveled: duct tape, yes, and baling twine, staples, pins, and piecemeal hope --

Sunday, December 10, 2017

10 december

remember when counting back was easier and piling on was a long gone idea to breeze through and when you had a mirror it was clearer in focus and flatter in frame though the game has changed since and the clamor stammers through the yellow pages to later stages and earlier diagnoses the most breeze and the least wind -- dive deep to skip past the topspin

Saturday, December 9, 2017

9 december

at this point i couldn't say but the way to the means is a scene unsung and the lift from the flat is a continent away though the play is the thing and the conscience is the king as we pull up to full up and overflow blowing by the trial and error though no way to compare we're certain as the work's in and the cake is baked we mistake ourselves for those higher elves that treat the stockings and rock the knockings of the door of the house that jack built

Friday, December 8, 2017

8 december

cut back on that and add in this -- subtract the lack and hocus pocus the bonus: there are no better legs to raise or even stakes as the tents fly up and we cup our hands to our ears to steer clear of the wrecking ball we call the mirror -- turning clearer upon reflection and teaching lessons we can't unlearn while uploading calories we cannot burn

Thursday, December 7, 2017

7 december

remember the rhyme and the line and the bits that leave the rest out -- the recipes we all doubt and the ingredients expedient enough to bluff all the listeners and blur the lines between fines and payment, lines and raiment set up to cross -- the loss of accidentalism is rewarded in the lean back catch case we catch as we can and land in the right arms and sometimes also the lefts once we've leapt and fallen hard and happily into

Wednesday, December 6, 2017

6 december

and under the water a stream was running along but not away and the stay was left behind as the winding down cranked up but unstuck for the time being was the winding fleeing passage collapsing over on and under the wonders of a blunderbuss undercut by the overdraft and counteracted by cataracts -- we are the dreamers and we are the dream -- seen in our mirrors and held in our hands --

Tuesday, December 5, 2017

5 december

in the meantime i counted again fingers and toes and wondered how it had all added up to this with the stitches pulled tight and the lights down low -- grow and plant and win the stances that all will turn out better when the letters don't even spell words and the architects can't help the songbirds -- let us build it brighter and the sun will take its turn

Monday, December 4, 2017

4 december

but somewhere underneath and in between i cleaned the clocks of the locked stocks and the feet that barreled through were fleet of foot and underhoof as a rainy day museum with the blinds drawn draft left my umbrella at the restaurant and the coffee still runs high this time of year with a clear chance of sugar in the morning

Sunday, December 3, 2017

3 december

opening the unwind and relaxing the jaw the cheeks the forehead and easing into else into not having to try to hold back to overthink to underpromise there is something else and there is surer health in an exaggerated wholeness that could still turn to truth in the unknown present and the future on hold with untold care and a tripledecker steal we are feeling our way back to center and it looks like it will hold --

Saturday, December 2, 2017

2 december

everyone deserves and everyone else wonders how it's possible to keep balance if we're all just giving it away and i'll say i can't manage to stop the nots that knot what's gotten into tangled mischief i can't break free from and the seasons go round to circle games estranging their neighbors and coupon savers until the next match we catch over each other's shoulders with folders of evidence gathering against us when the chance rusts on the vine and we splinter into the wine squeezed from the secrets and tongue tied lemon rind of smiles we styled after hope and then broke on toohard croutons and scandals we invented of our own anxieties and misbegotten pieties engaged for the occasion from a blaze of glory and an untold story mashed up under the bridge that decks the halls and calls out for more but now all that's left is less

Friday, December 1, 2017

1 december

so when i came back it was hard to tell where else i'd been -- no directions made it clear how to get here from there, and i didn't want any instructions on how to end up there again -- although i knew i'd probably be back soon, if the log was any indication -- i planned instead to try to see more of the sights here while i still had time, knowing how soon the wrong path could suddenly rise up underfoot on the way to elsewhere plans