31 july

why not and the dots disconnect -- the lines on the neck that chase the turns of the head the ready retort and the easier return -- earning an absence and in that sense there's nowhere to go but gone and it's long enough by now --

30 july

it's okay is the thing to say when there is nothing else on tap and other than that there's i'm sorry but the farther along the track the harder to turn back and the longer on we go so and doe and deer and dear and no sense in seeking solutions and no checks for working it out -- just a pocket full of nevermind mumbling and slow wish to offer something else

29 july

thought that i could feed the hole could fill the whole gaping space between the unseen and overdone the unstrung and carried on singalong fantasies -- the kinds we we warned ourselves against -- the kind that made the curtains dance and popped the joints out of bone while the phoned home undercurrents threaten to make waves --

28 july

Even over the underworld, someone hangs a flag and waits for the laundry to dry to try and come up with a different argument for why tomorrow will be something else, something worth waking up for... From land, I see the air, and nothing is shining, nothing is free nothing is worth the price we pay.

27 july

some other space i was chasing filled up as i looked the other way but to say what i meant would have sent stock prices higher and clothes to the dryer without more than static to cling to as we bring through the later scenes and mean our way to the end of an indefensible tale failing even to continue

26 july

in the end it was hard to tell the difference from the beginning which is how i first came to be aware that i was in an anecdote rather than a story and that is also when i began to watch for the page to turn or at least one shoe to drop in the first place just to get things started

25 july

having decided otherwise i was surprised to find the same result repeating and retreating far beyond my capacity to count and when i realized i didn't it was already too late

24 july

because at some points the letters turn out not to be and the earth quakes in a different direction than expected but it's nobody's fault lines -- everyone is just fine in mining the either ore -- catch the stars that fall and shock all the lightning bugs with your brilliance resilience and other rhyming skills

23 july

out of joint like the mind edge of a floss splinter stuck between unforgiving teeth -- catch with no release and a tiger by the tail passing on endorsement deals and skipping all the way -- play the hand and deal the rest -- there's crickets in for tea

22 july

when suddenly the reception goes out and the doubts stack up -- overflowing cups of uncertainty and the plainly seen misadventures of overthink of underplay and out the way disappearance to clear the air of interference and let the static through in the true spirit in which it was intended -- unended and misbegotten like a clock that never gets its say despite having all the time on its hands

21 july

and on again like a sound with no effect having left its heart to chance an dancing off to the moon where a swoon is its own reward having scored the uncertain beat of a prepositional drum come all the way to meddle to modal to phrasal the verbs and swerve down the garden path -- a steady collapse of nerves unhinged and alarms once dinged too many --

20 july

for now i might just wait outside while the seeking hides and the rattles roll -- shake the mistakes and pitch back the inning once beginning finds end and the trend heads straight south -- long in the mouth and wide-apple toothed

19 july

space the invaders and park the snark -- there's a new candidate in town ready to own the slant rhymes and brush off the end times steady as they go with a crow's foot approach that broaches each subject in careful coach class style

18 july

and what we learn is that we earn our keep one line at a time -- one chime of a lime green sneaker keeping o'clock like the hard place rock betweening we've been warned about and the scorning since we tore the doubts and queries into weary worried wonderers like the plunder of a secondary half when the triple axle looked to steal the show

17 july

open up the door and the score drops the cloud rocks itself to sleep while the crowd keeps counsel in its own quiet corridor -- core messages and late updates with the state of the union confused by new truths on old tongues hung out with dryer sheets and cool relief well past the night ahead

16 july

grinding as if finding relief in pressure unmeasured by weight or waiting or the rate of fading in and out of balance -- the challenge of keeping in check through direct reckoning of its very real improbability

15 july

and just like that it's gone over through out and down and up and done -- spun along beyond and other prepositions missing the point and far out of joint like hijinks unlinked to alternate realities caught up in legalities and physics and the quiz it's impossible to pass while outlasting the answers unasked but still in question --

13 july

bottom of the barrel study carrel and a calamine rigamarole to toll fantastic to wax rhapsodic like a full-swoon moon too far gone to rise while surprising twitches switch the horizons for much longer latitudes straight on through and around the back --

12 july

serve your own dish your own missed potatoes like craters in the outfields of memories -- the dandelion pies disguised as gym class that outlast the territorial boundaries that flee the scenes that shout in the midnight parking lots until all of the neighbors call out

11 july

maybe there was no fire after all but i will smell the smoke for days for ways through to the other side and the even dried sound checks the hat rack dirt traps and the calendars that dump their cells with no keys in sight and the first sign of night showing up later than soon --

10 july

in the meantime it's all the space between before and after the else the toast we health the ring we bell and all the looking ahead leaves us instead behind and out of time for now --

9 july

feeling the down pull and the dawn break which even means the the sun but the dark is always close is under the table behind the door deep in the corner and there is no light to see to see and if the fly buzzes we switch dickinson for pie and turn the other conceit in hopes of a brighter after

8 july

instead i spoke to the mirror at great length and was too tall for the cause but couldn't pause the movement to make improvements in the otherwise -- and by the by and through the through the ringing kept on like a song without music or a tone that couldn't dial -- file away under who can tell and the well full of wishes will have to come true sooner or later if that's not too deep for the moment --

7 july

places please and tease the treason out early because we've got socks to sort and shorts to change and rearranging circumstance delivers more than second chance handshakes in this sea of indecision and contradiction but the big thing is to keep your cool and redirect the path to follow along the rights all left behind as things move ahead unsaid and undertowed --

6 july

because there is no excuse valid enough for traveling on -- the song sings notes without the need for words heard by tongues and strung along by remembrance and the semblance of an autocratic semi-dramatic society with the piety of a golf club and the patience of a newt

5 july

it's easier to try harder sometimes and other days impossible -- teeth unflossable and the creek don't rise -- illusions that allusions will be understood for the common good at uncommon rate like a dinner plate of loneliness and an all you can cheat buffet

4 july

rewind the time to remind that i'm meant to be elsewhere tied up in software and appetizers, tired like an underfed zucchini boss and tossed like a pickle to the renegades -- throw shade to the roses and once more for disregard, hard like a criminal underbelly, soft like an overstuffed wonderwhy -- still, take no excuse for the cabin fire -- would that be wood that is known

3 july

like a race unwinnable fat unthinnable miles and kilometers behind like a diamond mind rewinding and sharpening fishing and carping -- all the way down off the ledge as we hedge bets and take names, trump cards and spread blames -- unwind the jaw, turn to sleep

2 july

there's something to celebrate under the dinner plate express with a collect call for the cattle and one for the pipe and one more for fiddle-dee-dee -- with a rumpety crumpety afternoon tea and a bicycle built for two

1 july

fry fish fat and slip spaghetti smooth -- there's a move too deep to fathom and a breath that tastes like earth: work it out and swallow all the spaces in between -- a hollow dream, a tangled sky, and an uneven ending that breaks the rhythm