31 january

within the same month it was and now yes slipping through sleeping but dippin in for a sip before turning over and into else while we make ourselves out of wonder and handle our candor with lit candles and wandering worries -- we blur these lines together and we tie them up to go --

30 january

simple as a sneeze i cannot race to cause gives pause for a moment of wander while wonder skips off tripping the top off a cantaloupe sunrise and zesting the lemon wedge hedged like a bet along the rim of the last wideyed look between here and tomorrow but no sadness sweeps by with the five o'clock apology -- we plainly see our own mirrors upon reflection and the course correction suggested will bump your grade a letter or two

29 january

along the way i find it is working because i am working but also i have planned this and i have drummed and strummed up all the energy to free the tense from the bench and put the rest into play way on long before the clock runs out and i doubt i could keep it up longer or really anything is possible i suppose

28 january

i had plenty of lines in mind before it was time to unwind the rhymes chiming with unrelenting repentance for ever having been written in the first place and in the worst case the scenarios will have to go if we're to know how to get along without though doubt what may some will come to a conclusion less invited than ignited by conspiracy and we'll see the herrings all read in the letter and the clubs tossed out with the broth in just the wrong moment having shown it could have gone that way instead and in fact that was how the writer got fed

27 january

because afterward it is dark and surprisingly so even if a pattern is clear steering repeatedly in the wrong direction with no course correction can have that effect -- we reflect our own fears and play them out loud and not proud to admit weakness there are fault lines all over for easy tripping and heavy handed dipping out of borrowed time as if there's so much to see to be had and we're glad to see the end of it until it comes again -- unplanned and known from far away in slow lurching approach --

26 january

i will not set an alarm for that and there will come to hard to scattered dozens of moments we step in and can't string our songs along out of like a glove out of tune when we can't get the right fingering and a lingering sense that it's not worth mentioning aloud --

25 january

but hard to tell how well we make our own moves when the home truths sweeten their feet faster to the less fortunate angles and we grow tangled in our misgivings without forgiving ourselves or testing the shelves to see how much more they can carry -- while i'm buried in treasure of any immeasurable quantity the glass is neither full nor empty and i've plenty of measurements to prove i'm losing count: the right amount to be about without the long wrong begotten carols being sung and the orchestra has gone and all the bells have rung straight out --

24 january

which is to say someone different from me because i do not love mirrors -- do not love the clearer view up close of olive remainders hiding between my teeth all afternoon or whenever was the last black bit of grit i've been grinning with to bare all and ban arms -- we know no harm can come to looking elsewhere and we care for what we've found -- run aground in the sky as it may be and full on overflowing with no-ing rather than approval of the official kind or genealogical garden variety but no piety is wasted in the efforts to hope for a more appropriate arrangement vis a vis aforementioned estrangement as there's a strange bent to this line of inquiry and i'm coming up short of answers

23 january

too close to call for comfort for backpassing and yarddashing like hopes that fell off and ropes that won't quite tie it up -- we're stuck with the ingredients and no sense of how to bring it all together -- the weather keeps showing up but we've got our hands jam packed with picked uncertainty and no path to sort it south --

22 january

it doesn't change anything to estrange the string from the kite and to let each fly by might to light on some separate planets and yet can it be done with those tons of gravity engraving the situation and facing the nation as two magnets who can't get by apart and can't get a part by any conventional means or averages though the median remains to be seen which is to mean the future where they're sutured together with unintended certainty until we see the way to work it out as the doubts go down and the stars come up --

21 january

to dust would be to erase the trace of inaction slowly spreading between two or more points though when the shortest distance is just to get to it there's no show to go on with and the strong myth you've been believing is leaving the station at a hundred miles per hour -- heat up the shower with the right switch and let's set this notion into some other motion we haven't yet triangulated but try we surely will --

20 january

in the meantime it seemed fine to pass on a few unrelated thoughts as we'd bought a passage of tickets and an index of surprises which i surmise is somewhere undercover in the table of our discontents -- while i meant to straighten up sooner, to tune in to the right key, we freeze our vegetables and turn our cheese -- sweet uncertainty and the ache of seeking else: our selves and our own title pages -- all the rage is nothing but to be closer still the movement

19 january

when we see the stream table and the kitchen sink we rethink our knowledge of birds and other absurd connections -- the lessons we meant to review and the home truths we used to curtsey to while dancing past what we meant to mean -- seemingly innocuous but obnoxiously overrated once we've stated our claims with the main fame all transferred to the words we whispered yesterday when the sun was ever so hot

18 january

and yes the papers are still being processed but the floss just won't pull through and it's true there's a bit of a tangle but we handle our own impatience in a way that's still profound enough to fall into, to call out of, to tag in through and around the corner to the next opportunity -- we're still seeking immunity -- but now there's nothing to do though waiting will us through -- at least until it's later, until we catch the waiter's eye and order up the soup --

17 january

when the lights go down they can't always track back up so easily -- the blinds drawn, the logs sawn, and all kinds of other words made up to cup those starry bits in place, close tight with eyes surmising that to dream is tthe things and the way up will swim too hard against the tide while inside the guests are waiting and concentrating on their fingernails or water glasses and it seems the task is too much to check off and no scoffing is required once the drive is long expired to the point where there's no map to lead on through

16 january

and yet somehow it's still possible to feel excluded when the use is a nutcase scenario and the reason is all bull doubt -- trout the stream with rainbows and fish the river from the lake: we make mistakes and take the cakes as far as our spoons will carry them -- and when we break our own resolutions over contributions to the joint good and better slips sweaters into destruction and conduction engines and convection ovens just haven't got the principals to run the schools and foolish enough to think there's a drink to drown it all, we cannonball our chances until they all go up in smoke

15 january

wary of the snooze again the jam berries itself in the straw and calls out that it's a sticky situation to be spread about and the growing doubts abstain from the main conversation with hesitation made of ironing board conspiracies -- the nearest sea's some miles off but we fill our pockets with anyway shells and trim the sails to curtains with the certainty of those who will sail away to home

14 january

set goals whole enough to split and your head will crack anyway in the same play that was the thing before and what's more three's nothing to do but a true enough bluff to call and the number all empty as it rings and rings and rings like the fling's long flung and the dry laundry hung in some confused headspace as we chase away the splitter and temples get massaged --

13 january

waiting for the taste to open up and the colors to change -- we arrange our wants beside our needs and heed the light we turned on ourselves -- our health and more are stored by steps and we've leapt to our own without turning close together -- the weather we can get behind and the pages we turn on --

12 january

but sometimes the echo is hollow and i have to strain to contain the stands once handed to me so candidly although yes there are the elements still and when the wind blows it goes along merrily enough to call the bluff of the listeners and shine brighter than the glistening air that pools in distant highway heat -- the golden road just off the ground -- found better without a map as day collapses through to night

11 january

and dreaming i knew i dreamed but when i was awake the open eyes and the dark sky were signs of another kind of dream of sleep of circumstance and i kept the day alive as long as i could taste grapefruit and hope and the feel of touch of close of sweet -- the dream that is no dream --

10 january

i the meantime i will bide my tidings and ride the writings up and down the wall: calling all likelihood to a showdown throwdown merrygoround alarm clock: this wakeup will shake up the rest of the schedule and the full on sense of satisfaction that's so attractive will start to settle in like a kettle of fish that's fine but buying time until it becomes a stew that's truly well enough a home from the rolling stone and the yes that makes it work

9 january

a feeling of possibility and also of confirmation -- finding the station between channels hidden to those on the outside but without trying to step directly into yes and no tests to pass but a lasting smile rising with look to grow -- showing up and taking no notice of anything else -- no shelf to hide on or get pushed back dusty and unseen -- inbetween again and closeup we see the next just ahead and every love song belongs to the scene even as we clean out cliches and raise the recognition of a new condition we cannot help but subscribe to and it's true you might see it as a distraction but the attraction can't be denied and no use in trying out any other angles -- happily tangled up and tried with the wide open wonder of love

8 january

hard wishes and those which came through were true enough to hope for and fresh enough to push through and though you had some other plans a scan of the forecast might outlast the season in a climate that gets out in the open and rises up into space to chase and follow and seek and find in a way that combines all our hopes with the remote chance of a silver sliver slipping beneath a thumbnail for a no-fail finger on the pulse and the mulch of more dreams across the split screens streaming live in daylight saving time --

7 january

with the space chased away there is a road in a new direction -- course correction that lets on its own freshgrown opportunities -- a community of development that's building a newer view that truths a sky we only imagined yesterday -- try as we might brighten our smiles, we style the sun undone and lighten the load with clouds exploded through the sky -- wild by nature and cooler than spring --

6 january

fail to fall in line but the feeling's fine in every other direction -- there's a course correction that falls short and it's north of he border and west of the meltdown that shuts out the cold and we're too old for tantrums but the power runs out and the doubts rise high -- try as i might there's a dark in the light and it lands heavyhard with a swift kick of the secondguessing hand and a spin in a counterwise direction

5 january

It's a metaphor, isn't it -- everything is, anyway. You don't want to leave and then the flight is cancelled. You call and pay plenty for no answers and more runaround -- it's the weather, they say, all talk and no action -- nobody does a thing about it and so here we are. Can't leave without approval, can't go without stopping -- all of the wrong steps plus the wrong turns from two different drivers and one that got away. Way off track to counteract the otherwise progress -- gates locked up and the street won't plan. Down around the other way, the cab respects but the dog just heckles and all the pieces seem like scenes set up for effect. Collect yourself and knock on the right door for more unexpected development and head straight on through to morning...

4 january

Beside there is nothing else and there is no reason too look elsewhere -- staring off into the space that used to be while chasing out the cold corners and filling up with light -- we invite our circumstances to dance in the moonlight and too bright the stars that startle us from our nights but so close the shine that lights us on our way -- home and yes and please.

3 january

wary of the spectacle, the performer wrecks the lens and takes a bend halfway through to brew a second wind -- begin again and catch a strand of the right story so w can bite before we choose and amuse the audience before they can get up and get out -- doubting the fashions we see on the racks, tracking the tags we see off the charts, heading straight up into some nexthand scene --

2 january

with a hand to hold there's a bolder believe that leaves will grow and sand will blow in their own right order as the ways mean committees agree and the free is easy or the time shifts zones -- we've grown used to the next to that directs to the best and we rest with the sense of more in store as we pour out our wonder in lifedeep wishing wells

1 january

Beside and close the remotest chance hasn't got a dance step and the way we slept through the rest of the credits is an answer to the plot we got ourselves into but there's no true test beyond potato chips and the lips that lick clean with a meaning unwritten and a face that is smitten and content having blended the unlikely and the real in a fantasy feel we can't counteract and no reason at all to try.