31 august

and still somehow it doesn't get done until and still and all the call goes out for everything to have been finished much sooner than later but the states of truth is a hater of soothsaying play it by ear instead as said by any untangled jury tongue and undercooked like a look under the bed instead of a hope to the sky dry and ready to breathe like seeds too shallow to breathe and a tightening hold of feet to the fire to the ground grinding gravity far too close

30 august

and by the way i'll step aside out of the shadow and into the dark parked in a different lot an easy exit spot with a marigold border and a collie that won't quit staring down wells and into the stars looking for a way out for a cheap doubt easy on the eyes and dirty under the nails -- a pail of railroad ties and nothing to wrep up

29 august

which means sitting up straighter and carbon dating the will to life and its particular blend while the deep end floats close there's a moat with the most chance of flooding above and beyond the lawn too weak to mow -- the flow of all things into gravity, the worry of a thousand acres poorly cared for and dared more or less to survive still arriving half a minute late

28 august

cannot spare another stretch or spark to power the next-- short circuit noted at the time indicated and a collapse of rational production -- dark in the static and the neon sun crackle flaring up to knot tight the night and break heads meant for nothing else now

27 august

and in all the fall kept going a rush of onward downward and beyond as if the wind raced time to see who would take on gravity dropping the situation and dragging it back up to a fevered pitch out of the park and into the ether or

26 august

take a breath a brake a break mistaking hastening for waste with all the notes to add and songs to subtract while counteracting other factions that can't seem to speak straight ass if fate kept their wires quite crossed

25 august

away from the way there's a play that's on and a song that's longer than expected but collectively we're free and easy or something like it a bike we can't ride and horse that won't start like an apple cart falling before the sow's ear hill of beans in between the hard rock place

23 august

don't flatter yourself
they said
knowing the world would keep spinning
and
if they might be so bold
as to say
and indeed
it's true
it might be spinning
some might say
even better
but they declined to spin it that way
kindly
they suspected
and perhaps required

22 august

fading as if it wasn't clear in full transparency the plans we see stacking up against the future as if the past wasn't enough to get up there and sure it's fair to think otherwise but the grim surprise of a knotted muscle rustles stiffly in the background with unfounded alarm and the coolhot twist of not better yet

21 august

as if everything has to be so heavy or we can't lift it can't strip it from the hanging on dangles or the trying angles that try to connect the dots but find they've got too far too much space between in a scene from a different show although the rain will come down anyway and it's better than falling it up

20 august

but i keep going and the full half overextends and bends into a fillerup fraction of a cold hole and still and all the fall continuing to a doubledown frownpile out of style and touch and much much more with the poor eyes and the sad belly adding up the loss

19 august

goodbye anyway because it's always a different direction but course corrections incalculable and paths unmappable lead only to some other map -- a bridge to collapse its own weight in waiting and baiting the bridges to be crossed and out of bounds while the compass stands its ground and points in the other directions

18 august

fire  self  toast  health  on  to  tea

17 august

and it's an ambulance too this time which chills with sweat fear but of course it is not for me instead fear for someone else the turn aside away escaping just in time but still and all cannot keep still when the sirens fill night sky balance to dark aiming for rest but landing the next instead but no it was not my turn and the dark some other flavor picks me up as the wind turns

16 august

could have been better should have sooner more longer done higher deeper more completely and yet and again and the trend is to end sensibly although the start is angled up like cupped hands of scandal and a jar that won't start

15 august

done before starting and that's parting a split hair down the middle off the rails and it pales in comparison with the rare sun you'll pay up to cup hands and drink deep of the other cheek turned tail and run up like a bill we can no longer stall a mountain less than ten feet tall and nobody coming up for tea

14 august

some kind of knot and i've got to have a better story to tell but it's just as well to keep it closer to the truth of the matter sadder and carbon splattered like electrode suggestions and unmentionable shocks undocked and overdocumented likes the scent bid on at a different price and the smell of some otherkind advice

13 august

one time she said i bought a raincoat and she added it wasn't even raining and it was clear she marveled at yes even the possibility and truly yes i think dared me to do the very same and oh quite perhaps even to question dare i say exclaim that what she said could not in fact be

12 august

of all of the stories to be written it is easier to imagine to consume to refuse to close eyes to twist up some mishmashed carbon copy of adopted neglect like a collection agency that's out of credit and then still regret it when the snores cash out and the read run runs dry like a trial and error fee under warranty and wonderwhy like a prize apple tart departed long before the satisfaction caught its breath and made the bed in which we all must lie now for to try now is to trip over the wrong kind of words and to swerve into some other lane we remained out of before though the store will close soon anyway with nothing left to buy

11 august

losing the will to word toward meaning as if seeming the scene is a good enough scheme to get by on to fly on long hours across a wide desk in narrow circles within a desert so measured but without any sense of the purpose the circus is meant to serve -- a sideways swerve from a freak show though the strange rumors have me there sooner than a calendar flailing in the propriety of explaining away pain unseen and points we mean to connect if we can collect enough of than to make it into a picture -- a missed serve and an unsteady pace as the race wins without and the dark flies buzz without excuses of poetry or hobnobbing knowing streams of stars when the cars give out and all to do is walk because talking has given up and there is no score to keep

10 august

but an open mouth means it all falls out like a flood of doubts on fire and conspire to hire a thousand underlings to sing the songs of sadness louder and prouder than a wail that walls than a cannon that balls the melon underwater with the way they ought to under the line with a rope that's twined and a humid that's much too close

9 august

if there was a different time i would clock but this is the only stock and i barrel through anyway locking the doors to keep the way clear and steer nearer the sky to free as if there is a destination as if a conversation can be turned into meaning without scenining the set and getting the rest in order while the curtains quake and the night returns to song

8 august

although the look itself was more of recognition than alarm as if the realization that we were each stuck behind glass from our own angles caused us to mix our minds to empathy -- the mouse and me in the morning meeting

7 august

hog the space and log the time well rhymed and metered beyond the pondlevel surface scum humming along with counterclock certainty and the churn we see underwater mattering less and less as the press of fresh squeezed relief grows more dear while now here's clear and there is growing dim --

6 august

and somehow an apology an explanation a there there that's neither here nor otherwise while the rise and fall is two empires too late though the volumes are barely calculated -- the carbon too dated to carry out like a doubt running low on lighter fuel and the foolish thoughts we caught out wandering into tunnel vision in neat division between then and now

5 august

honestly there was more to say but in short the long of it comes down to space to the chase to erase sense from the budget and nudge it up a few clicks so the neat tricks that track toward success don't mess the keen sense of realism that feels in the most random disregard to be hardpressed for acknowledgement the time we've spend will pay off in some other way

4 august

and suddenly the time is up and it's dark again parked again like a lot that's not all that much after all like a cattle call for sense and no change shows while the wanderwonder grows and there's no chance left to otherwise wonderwhy solve and switch and bait

3 august

and just keep letting go so it all falls down slips off and slide away like so many onion skins winter leaves and worry wonders -- leave more behind than you carry and figure out what's left if you are right --

2 august

if i am quitting it is only because nobody else should be tumbledown readysteady head over heeling into the well and it's deep enough without knowing you've dug it yourself you've hosted a wealth of invitations but while the station's leaving the train remain there instead of letters down the side

1 august

standalone workaround with a tumbledown renegade leftbehind unwinding like a tube stock unlocked by an unsteady hand with demanding taste and a dirty face and apologies too ready for delivery in the shivery night of the cricketfall dark