31 december

take credit where it's duty bound to be fund unquestioning like lessons we should have learned in unearned misenchance and other happendance makeupry the way we see ourselves through the challenge that carries us on and up and out and over through the way you once knew the phone number of everyone who mattered but now you are scattered like so many paperclip molecules with fools for brains and eyes for only the drama of covalent bonding haunting every dialogue and moonlighting the credits

30 december

pillowtop dragonboat floats higher than banana republic pretensions with more than unmentionable bits to eclipse the standards of decency from sea to sea and far beyond long gone ago and back keeping track of irresistible designs refined like sugar and jammed like crepes too early to the party to knock or think it necessary --

29 december

while the styles pile up take time to save to play the waves incessant and drop the bits unpleasant into a well untapped collapsed into oblivion -- the treasons of the certainty unbound and facts unfounded while the dog has its day and also the goat's with remote hopes of doubling down around the edges and hedging bets about having the cat's day and the bird's play while the plan percolates and still waits for the right time to hatch -- pull the catch and crawl the space to erase some other theories because where is better matters more than rathernot and hopefulbut

28 december

if you're going to sit and watch i'll match the syllables to your deliverables and rhyme the time sun shines aloud to allow the next turn the next earned exit onto a merge into an urge to be free to find what nobody knows to look for and what's more to point out inconsistencies and resist the pleas of discontent to cement a firmer foundation with the creation of a dark cloud too crowded with lightning to lighten up in anything but the least literal sense while the wrench in the plan gets thrown and it all rains down after all

27 december

laugh and the traffic claps too loud to shroud the certainty to dip the triple crown in doublestuffed single malted milk balls called by another name and claiming to be certain while hurting from dark parked too long against the sun

26 december

even as the odd one's out the doubts pile up miles high and try doubletime to rhyme the imagination with a conversation that starts too soon and runs too long beyond the scope of meaning --

25 december

as the time chimes double clocked and half locked like a whistlestop hand grenade we've got the play to thing, the vote to swing, and all the cows to call home -- the chickens, too, and all the blue rivers shivering with anticipation of running into each other gain while i am lost and bought like rhymes too cheap to keep and too unnecessary to continue -- 

24 december

but when it is quiet the dark is loud and the fill rushes in to thin applause and no approval like the removal of chimes untimely and premeditated set to ring when the wind blows back the laugh track and the tables turn from red to black --  

23 december

like ticking the tock block rockstar chock full of fast cars and cinnamon dreams across the screens and through the scenes of retrograde amnesia to please you and your infamy as we can see all spread about and sprouting like so much alfalfa going to steed to need the next cure

22 december

i cannot remember the full list but it was longer than this and the ideas were much stronger but all the bullet points riddled the page with questions and lessons unlearned and paychecks unearned and no one with time to ask extras -- 

21 december

drop the strop the hot shaven drip strap bootleg up and a leftover truck overhauled and undergone too long to know the score and too fast to last past the introductory paragraph paper diagrams clammed up like disregard over easy like peas in a potting shed led to believe they had to shell out or doubt their senses moving forward into the plot

20 december

couldn't find the time to rhyme backward but tracked topdown to drown the the chase with laced rabbits and kicked habits and tunes too loose to pull from that jukebox marmalade fair of steel guitars and rattletrap shortstack romance -- 

19 december

there is another side but i cannot find the door and what's more there is no handle to turn no turn to handle -- 

18 december

runaway like a tried troubadour more or less at a loss too tossedsalad to matter in a ballad kind of manner with the stammer of a thousand rounds in and out of conscience off and up the mast --

17 december

i wanted to call but then it was too heavy to pick up to duck the goose to loose the pooch from the pound a heavy wave to swim against to feel the chance slipping away like fading glory a story with missing parts and uneven darts all designed to align with some still unknown target too hard to get and play along while stronger winds prevail and planes fail to ring

16 december

and then someone tells you that you need to snap out and pick up and take off but that is not the nearer mirror to see by we i have to say no way to be clearer to fear stirs of conscience and common sense like renegade papayas crowding the produce aisle like the style of ten thousand olive branches catching light off guard -- 

15 december

push back and retract like a counter intelligence menace springing like a daylight saving black friday buffet on clearance too near its own limits to save room for breadsticks or instead of this some other way to power forward motion as the bottom falls out and the wheels roll away -- 

14 december

give up and roll over like a clover field of too few leaves and not enough to turn like fresh bets and guesses wrested from the rest of the development we might have meant to carry through though now we just cannot

13 december

afterward we will report the facts as they might have been with a spin of uncertainty in the face of time passing and the laugh gassing as the tooth comes out --

12 december

again the end the bend in the road the load less heavy shoved under the overpass and unto the grass that could have been a lawn a loan a leftalone cornflake sweet potato muffin with the stuff in the middle all gone and the song too short on tune -- 

11 december

underneath it is harder to say to stay to play along to sing the wrong words in absurd batching and gathered snatches of notes someone wrote on the underside of the lid too hidden to pull it off -- 

10 december

which would be the last time we had to have that conversation the consternation notwithstanding and still demanding a better resolution -- 

9 december

remember when i knew better and had other steps to take no slice to cake and no cat to walk remember the talk of some other echo we could not sleep without?

8 december

but when we look back we cannot count the steps it took to look both ways apart from the steps to cross and if we last count the total amount might not matter as much and as such it might start to subtract

7 december

and anyway it's not much farther though we turn back a thousand times in our minds and strike missed matches to light the view to see through a new and different angle -- we tangle ourselves in our shelves and we take away the opportunity to reassemble narratives without comparative echoes or underscored footnotes we can't hope to go without -- the doubts of a thousand references incited to cite more -- 

6 december

forget the date the wait uncertain to turn into a second guess while the mess unravels and the news travels doubletime underground around the clock and through the night across the sea from me to me

5 december

stop falling and call out the carpet red or hot or pot calling kettle for tea and soup and loops of paper chain waiting all the way until next and still best of all the wall still holds up despite the roof taking off

4 december

almost there but hard to tell exactly which way is up when left is behind and rewinding is undone is unsung like a voiceless herd the zero carried one oh one more to score in binary and finally the totally will run out 

3 december

pile it on like armor insulation installed and waiting for some other season some halfway reason to come clean or to turn dark and the park is not the way to get there -- a path squared that still circles back --

2 december

somewhere along the way the place renamed the change drapes the blinds unkindly shattered by intelligence the recompense for a thousand windy nights and motorbikes and paths of most resistance constantly presented through unrelenting hourglasses and purged caches and halfhearted ginger ale sighs

1 december

let go and show a different hand -- a tired band of indecision split and shuffled like a collect call deck swept by storms and also regulation -- clear stagnation and circumstances we haven't had the chance to clear

30 november

had the idea that it would feel like success but not so -- half blown back by internal attack and sideswiped by unhyped expectations -- creation of new terms and broken germs firing on all cylinders across synapses and brain collapses like happiness unbound and lost but not found -- 

29 november

because it's nearly impossible to tell how well we have played our hands how well we land with one eye shut and an extra ear closed indisposed to second guess but doubly blessed by the interest and also being left a loan that doesn't need to be repaid -- that made the lemonade shade a lot darker and cooler and sweet over tart -- 

28 november

thanks and discounts like loud hounds and uncertain calendars delivering shivers and concerns unearned but also maybe deserved just like desserts we hurt too much to eat while defeating such abandon we stand on no more toes

27 november

let's wrap this up and spill this cup of overflow undertow all along the garden path the bridle path the way the road away the trail we play hard to get found on that sounds on and off the map we collapse into like folds that cannot be turned right again

26 november

check that box and walk that talk on out of here with steered clear feelings and a reeling in too fine to figure and too boss to cross -- 

25 november

an invitation but the creation of a question i cannot answer means the chance you're wondering after is probably gone through the long way so a strong say in the return postage with most of the extension teaching a lesson you never learned the first time so hard to make the grade

24 november

tick the tockward slumber party alarm while the charm wears off and the steam heats up -- the empty cup offered and the nothing left to drink

23 november

somehow we're skipping through all the other pieces you wanted to sort but the line is short and we've got to pay cash too soon to work out the change so pick your lane and do not pass until the rain is gone or at least until it's dark - 

22 november

getting better is something overthere elsewise and worldwide away like playtime with no toys but noise and all the long lost alibis surprised to be called into question without mention of the future evidence past belief in the present relief pitching all the strikes we like to think we could handle plus a spare

21 november

stack it up and it's smaller than you think -- the links between are weaker and the cards too scattered to count -- no amount of sorting puts the files in sharper order at this point -- 

20 november

or you can decide to be alone which does not need to mean lonely although the mean is the average is the mode and the median values that vary as we carry our hearts out and smart mouth comments that run on ahead when we might as well have said please don't listen

19 november

we forget there is no right way -- only the one that's right and the one that's left -- long going and strung along like avocado renegades fading in and out of ripeness hyped up and undersold like undisclosed panorama jumping beans having seen it all once again before -- 

18 november

knock it out of the park and dark the dawning of the next new age unphased like a moon too full and wholesome to grow numb at the sight of blindness confined with an abundance of wonder -- unstrung and disconnected again -- 

17 november

it's the sounds of quiet that appeal the most -- the wind in the trees and through the grass, the gentle waves of the lake on the shore, the rustling leaves and creaking trunks -- the moon and stars, the thick wet clouds undone by light -- the time to sleep is near -- rocks and moss and mud -- 

16 november

collateral scattered all over the wall but the best call is to stick is to stay is to hold while the folding goes on and the rest sing songs of indecision and cold precision with hot abandon and troubles we planned on ending still pretending to count though we mount our strongest defenses with mentions of meatier matters scattering off our veggie friends to the far ends of the spectrum -- we'll collect them all together again in time for the next due course -- 

15 november

like a good effort gone stale gone failing down the street to meet a stranger instead of offending those lending words to the stream to the box to the fox we rocked so merrily as gone along strong arms cause alarm with charming reliability -- the file we see is half full because we can't take the rest

14 november

breathe deeper and slip sheepish shanks too shorn to tear torn-apart tamarind and mandarin like mandolin of jealousy played oversweet by the wrong brigade that cannot fade or ever fail as it lives in the house that slack billed

13 november

otherwise we might have to overthink it just a bit more with the raw score and other elements notwithstanding and not commanding more latitude though the attitude is breathless and refreshing like catching a cold and tossing it back -- 

12 november

clever like a dripper ripped from the seams unseen like the scene twice cut and left in under duress and in the flesh of an unexpected counter offer under the table and into the drink

11 november

with all respect due there are two truths for every true lie and the why we wherefore is much more than a hula hoop paratrooper might have leapt at though the laugh track just keeps rolling on -- 

10 november

but when we trace it back we find the laugh track counteracts the serious notes you thought you'd played out loud but too proud to be denied you ride again like horsemen to the foreground to the chips and dips apocalypse and straight on through to the pool -- foolish enough to cool your heels on a lighter stage to fail

9 november

pile it on and i'll be gone before it's over like clover finding a new leaf to turn over for four time and end rhyme that clings too close for enjambment and scans but too close for comfort and x-ray potential with hands full of see-through and complaints you have to give to transparency and comparison like the scare you bring to the getting done

8 november

so much more to say but torn away apart like sense departing on its own course with no cart but a horse galloping off ahead -- full steam instead of precision but not to water and never to drink -- or as far as we know, for now, which isn't all that far -- 

7 november

in seven to forty-eight months we must trust the changes will rearrange us and also we must track the course the horse we rode in on and long songs too far away to play the part we start to finish with the middle left to come -- 

6 november

still and all i call out sick and trick the tables two times too many and when we divide we split the lips and split tricks and jam too much for peanut butter hope like the rope meant to tie it all off but frayed not

5 november

but i remember that there were other names and more ideas that came before though storage fails and winter wails at fall forlorn and spring too far away to hear so nothing left to do but chill

4 november

ever after like laughter echoing from barrels full and rainy parades out of patience and on into hope but nope that's out too and while you think it through just go check the pantry and see can we get some refills to fit bills and fill buckets we tuck into with gusto and whatever we can find will yours to mine with hardly a scrap left to chance -- 

3 november

 as if choosing decaf could uptick the end of the world a little higher in the queue -- including ordering americano apocalypse or mocha armageddon. this is a latte, not a whole lot more. make a choice. move on.

2 november

food, we might say, connects us like the nexus of our own desires physical and emotional with a social pull toward happier times or occasional rhymes with sadness and the rejection thereof -- to climb above the below with a glow and a gleam -- more a fog or a steam with a sizzle and a bake that takes the cake or whips the cream and stuffs the filling in between where feelings might have otherwise been if we weren't so busy stuffing our faces with the good the erases all else and pops our health to a bottom shelf to come back to again later 

1 november

clever around a corner like a warning word and a dawning bird and a rise again to grace to face the opportunity to declare immunity and what's more the cure is apparent a parrot apart

31 october

keep it tight keep it tidy keep tied up in tip top condition in remission and in retrograde with underpaid rockstars and doublestuffed bluff callers hauling out the garbage and tucking in the trash afraid to blast too far too fast to flash the pan and stall the man who lives in the house that rock built

30 october

melting like the drop of a firedrawn marshmallow stuck by a stick that's about to let go -- 

29 october

holdover handmedowns at the ground round and popcorn appetizer dinner as the movie theater eater goes wild halfmild and fully caulked like plumbing numbing the drains and taking the reins we couldn't have done without like trout on the trot and colds that get caught under the bridge with their noses undone -- 

28 october

leftover tired out under doubt over the antonym hill with no moles with a backward tank top getting the drop on a unicorn earthquake like bam to the point to the one and only disjointed marigold handmedown wes anderson jewel in the crown and a dozen more to come to tea but please forgive the actions when i thought i knew much better

27 october

overfed and understuffed like bluffs we cannot listen to like sharks we hearken back to and teeth too true to bite like white-out alarms and charms that don't always work in jerky water though our bilge pump dump trumps plenty of other comers though no one makes it up

26 october

an uneven season but the odds unreasonable turn treason with a capital y own your own bets too mixed to fix to haul off the called cops and the jail too full to shake on down

25 october

a space to go a room to show turnaround to underground the barrel race and chase the alphabet to scattered matters and better letters than we ourselves have sent meant better but still rentgetters have all the fun and the rest stay home without -- 

24 october

like a cloverleaf rhinestone bellbottom coverall we stall out when the wind comes up short and the cash turns out the crop -- hop to the scotch and butter me timbers 

23 october

like a B+ like a wonderwhy so late so grating and so stating of some other priority -- the higher we grow and deeper we fall behind too blind to wind tighten then breath having kept away the hourglasses and crashed the stairwell to louder bells to chime unwinding in halfhearted glory

22 october

leading up to something though the takeaway can't stay gone for long like strong armed rigamarole and a whole can of worms or maybe just spaghetti-oh for all we know and all we are is dusty strums on an old guitar

21 october

put that away a play despite the scene an average without the mean and a cool not to crack an angle of attack

20 october

let's skip ahead to the next part but yes yards of football acres and sunset capers mean we've got miles to go before we leap to tootrue conclusions like illusions of grandeur and candor all rolledup in canapes and other fancy stuff too rough in the spelling to keep us from yelling the next best words in the show aloud along around

19 october

over and underwell the sea fell quiet and the bell chimed riotous joy like a toychest of unrest and salamander argyle -- the smile that can't stop to top itself off -- to toast its own health or to sing sweeter cider songs beside the long road elsewhere or maybe even on it -- 

18 october

cloverfield honeydew like the way you detach the melons and catch the felons and trip up all the tickets -- we lick it and we move on or the ankles stop their charms

17 october

landmass and high class erasure like big blurs of happiness collapsing blissfully far away along the plates and under the rows the hedge to grow the columns wide and nobody much the wiser

16 october

all over the inner tube the out-of-state license plates lean in smooth and rowdy like howdy-do's and don't remote chances and last call glances clinking cheers too many years too late to make the ase to stay and not to go the way of dominos

15 october

the russell stover variety fo fundraiser saves for select audiences the preponderance of choices rejoicing in uneven motion devoted to confusion to illusions irreconcilable with the wild bullion run amok and no time left for soup

14 october

sober judgement budget spent on frivolous trivials the tender vittles and uncertain middle passages that last through fantasy and on into night the bright way forward with forward conversions learning as the dial turns the tide earns its own come-again call

13 october

cannonball caterwaul like a long-haul garbage dump like clumps of paranoia clinging close the most fruitful ay through the orchard with overturned worries amd a hurried cabbage catch

12 october

the way the play is the thing to bring the house down the curtain ground up the gown mucked stablefresh and woody wild the pile of forgotten explanations left at the station to board the next course the lame horse boating like a gluttonous ferry wearing out the welcome and the siding all at once

11 october

absurd curtains certainly notwithstanding any demands or canned content in a silver bonnet like a comic book jaguar and a motorcar charade overpaved and underplayed like the wrong card in the right hands though we make demands of nobody -- 

20 october

let's skip ahead to the next part but yes yards of football acres and sunset capers mean we've got miles to go before we leap to tootrue conclusions like illusions of grandeur and candor all rolled up in canapes and other fancy stuff too rough in the spelling to keep us from yelling the next best words in the show aloud along around

10 october

over and over and whilewild like a sideways child phrase and parent verb and the phonemes honing their path backward and windwild like a smiling file of exiled tomato plants landing like a saucy mouthed elevator pitch

9 october

over the underpass we catch our relief pitchers all dug out and a mound of unwound wounds grooming the clover and holding over the outfield innings with a range of beginnings spinning forth into the bottom of the ninth and the stretch still yet to come

8 october

feeling all over and underwide like carbon riding slipshod through the centuries the dimensions like go through and beyond like a song cast out of doubtful worry -- the hurry to escape to apologize to melt out of this view -- 

7 october

flow like a groan too soon too beautiful to depart from like hearty numb contenders that measure our leisure and test our mettle too heavy for regret and too steep to have met the top the base the chase to end meaning without seeming to have it all defined -- 

6 october

like a nose growing out of suspicion like a listening creak in an unexpected attic too static for retribution and another round to boot in cahoots with double entry misbehavior -- the way we're all lined up for answers and the way you think we're waiting to hear from you -- 

5 october

clover and overbite with definite signs of malign intent like a bent harpoon waylaid into craft trade and handmedown vision in revision with a five o'clock breadline delivery all thievery with shock and a leftover quiver -- 

4 october

eager like a chipmunk renegade but half afraid as alabaster chipped tooth struggles huddled under wind and over water like otter dreams and sandollar wishes like fish who kiss their barnacles goodbye and cry out man-o-war!

3 october

wild like a cauliflower lemonade stand grand enough to canyon and river enough to wide -- let us hide our mild moments and let loose the looney tunes -- animated twitterpated conversated hullaballoo and back in time for tea

2 october

mask like cracks like a trackstar story in Hyderabad glory like alarm clock watercress in alligator dreams like the themes we do without and all the paragraphs in circumstance -- writ large in charge and backward glancing off into the east

1 october

over the edge like a deep sea bed in need of laundry while pondering the least sensible conclusions -- the illusions we may shed our skin and board with wings too light to see and arms too full to overflow

30 september

boo like a whozit wherewithal and the call goes wild like mild sauce overdone and crumbled like rumpled stillowing renegades shady by comparison but wearing them well and to tell someone else's truth in the game of the youth while the rest of us dream on of eggs -- 

29 september

booked like a cookie and wound like an antelope ready to spring forth and fifth and steady on like a long gone triceratops mauling crops of corn and also candy of the seasonal varieties -- you've got to have a try at these -- but easy on the devastation -- sustainable instead ahead to avoid that old extinction scene where no one will be seen -- 

28 september

whatever the time we came through like a tunnel funneling through our cake we make mistakes and take them rake them over the coals and under the bridge like water we live beyond the ponds too round for certainty and trees to branched for hyperbole 

27 september

let us think on the lessons and cross the dimensions from laundry to quandary with a given toss for the dishwashed and the tangled potter with ceramic thumbs strung up by mismatch and uncatching enthusiasm for another archaic art recently departed like a carthorse overrun by apples criss crossed and sauced with the most noble intentions and the fence in front leaving only the gate behind to unwind and to swing as it please

26 september

rapidly evolving like a problem solving its question and forgetting to answer -- a dancer numble on stage and half-cast away before all the curtains come clean

25 september

to celebrate the fate of a tumbledown renegade saved and torn and turned like unearned granola and a bucket full of worry -- we hurry past the countertops and wish instead for waterweight to splash afar away

24 september

the attention undimensional and interdenominational a tricky pill to reflect as if collecting wasn't the goal didn't take hold of the mindset designed yet consequential like fundamental health and a wealth of opportunity in communities of simplicity all taking tea by the seaside and awaiting their ships to take gin -- 

23 september

remember to let the ink dry the dark surprise that cries out for reference -- the common sense that sets us back and takes quick stock of a watched potboil like a pigbelly stove undergrown and overwild like a style gone out of and a half left shoe

22 september

when the top of the page pops up there's a hop there's a roll lopped off from a butterfresh front and a bundle of joygo roundabout but the doubts creep up as the page grows on and the words in the brain stop short

21 september

there is talking but also doing and moving through to another self a separate shelf revisited and uplifted like an afghan or a quilt comfort spilt and sleep unwound like common ground on a quiet carpet stitched too tight to fray

20 september

wait until the water rises -- head over heels and twice as fresh as the next best bet in the last chance saloon meaning over the waning wax and the counterattacks from the lateral stage with a broken gauge and an ageless mettle too sharp to harp unstrung for long and too stale to keep the river running flat -- 

19 september

over the counter undercarriage bears in mind the swift twine that buys time and minds the shop while the kettle-popped corn rounds the corner market and parks it outside the shop we dropped in on like a long gone carrot patch with beans to match and a teepee three

18 september

either way i've played the field hockey renegade too long to fade at the sight of tennis balls -- let's call it love

17 september

a bit of a stretch but we catch ourselves waxing rhapsodic and catching the dog it meant to keep like leaps of faith-based initiatives giving what they've got to get it all back with the laugh track on mute and the heat set on low

16 september

remember the way the word won out and the doubts rose up like scuttled chipmunk chatter and a diamond dozen to boot in cahoots with the leaderboard remainders playing by the clock until a second comes around 

15 september

like a jackrabbit handmedown overgrown and undercooked crook or straight or welterweight like a pinball lizard out of sorts with the cohort and into a separate sort of piece like pie like wild like animals and cannon balls too late for the party but too early to call spades a night

14 september

easy as a picture like pretty as a pie running by the quarter hour and hanging south of carrot wise like tropes bespoke and pistols whipped like potatoes into known rows and likes waiting on delivery time

13 september

like a prizefighter undergrown and overworked like jerkstore candycorn and accidental misanthropes knowing the ropes and cutting the slack like a laughtrack carnival a heatmap merrygoround a smile a metaphor a signal and a petit four with less by which i did mean more

12 september

whenever the weather changes we aim to please to leave to catch and release like the chief occupation is consternation the rating of some separate outcome we can't run without and the doubts that we can manage enough to toughen the fall to soften the call we're waiting for but hope will never come

11 september

leaning up and over onward the forearms notwithstanding handing the classics over to the vintage modern stacks having relaxed the taxonomy so we can see the growth rolling over itself in health escapades that fade faster than fanfare and compare forgotten elements and select minerals at preordained intervals with a flame to blow out and a paint to face off against heading into fresh

10 september

let go the carrying the heavy the dark the deep the dusty aches and tired fears -- let go the worry of ot waking of mistaking the truth again and again in disguise as trials as errors comparing each step too far to carve up to rent out to lend sense and apology for knowledge we cannot help but fall to and crawl through there there be no destination

9 september

even the races run out although doubts never will and trout overspill their boundaries when the foundry's cooled and resources pooled but still not deep enough to get us everything we need -- 

8 september

a down wow from here high and mighty tired of the wobble the fumble the tried truths and the tired youth unable to keep up with its happenings and wonderwhy abandonment fears cheered on by insomnia and iridescent grief freeping in on the loudest of galoshes and quashing the calm we dreamed of only days ago and while the snow is freezing dark we stumble anyway on

7 september

even as the oddball out the doubts turn clear mean clean breaks like mistaken octopi running high and narrow through the straits and into curves blinded by not new and quiet rows held behind closed doors too often opened by mistake as breaking claims laylie so high and also into depth like rent having crept upward and misheard though observed closely in the mostly empty dark -- 

6 september

what about the leftovers the four clovers of the pocket chips the candle drips at both ends but depends upon its own edge to flip to clip off the fringes and linger longer than planned on while commands pour in from the rear front to double jump and triple check the singles night

5 september

whenever the weather wanes the season cains unmelodious to breeze through cottonwood forgiveness with the bigness of heart that leaves no stone to be desired -- 

4 september

wait until the plans scan, the meet goes over, the cows turn to motorcycles -- these are pieces we can do without and doubts that claim our safer selves like health we toast in roasted rhyme and careful chime along the road to supper

3 september

remember how the temperature rose how the clothes piled and the salsa mild mixed in its own defense paid rent and sold its ha'penny remembrances like last chances to overboil and spoiled resolution when the shutter didn't quite

2 september

easy as a viper piped in and tired out like grout in the fingerprints and sand between the toes indisposed in undisclosed locations as nations unite and untie and begin again like scandals in the hourglass and circumstance for tea

1 september

this is how it will be and the free documentation the vacation from the dark we parked around bright corners and light warmers like hazards flashing and doughnuts cashing in their chips for a partial eclipse and a half pack of gum

31 august

fan the plan as it flies away astray and unforgivable the deliverables notwithstanding and hardly handing it to you and through far enough eventualities like sea breeze in the ocean current affairs unsolved like 80s mysteries the histories turned to synth

30 august

dog these days but raise this sunshine that blows mind over matter like scattered evidence depending on the quiet dawn reflections for directions to point to and while you are at it trap rabbit habits jumping up the down trend to upend the lending trees we reason off of and cough lots of words away then stay off the path until home

29 august

on the storm beyond the warm the add-up breaks down and shakes up the full cup to overflow underworld having hurled the dark parts to the long scape and the covered capes with the costal hopes in remote control patrols up and down the delaware

28 august

wait until the wonder wanders halfway through the ether or the other direction with course correction paid off and laid out the night before with scores of sacrifices rolling dice is there no other game to play?

27 august

just enough to roll over to pull clovers from their roots same as dandelions dark as disregard and hardened intents like the rent we play for living for giving up and turning down as the rounds go rogue and the rich turn poorly

26 august

the wrong month to touch down and unfounded circumstances fine romances and all those kindnesses remind us of the tricky ways we stay together we weave the weather into worry wonder what and cut out all the middle notes to sharp to falter flat

25 august

the gusto you must know is faked and the ache of uncertainty we see and look away from like a numb tooth socket unlocked from its cargo as the stars go out and the boil ticks off steams trains and leaves the trees against the wind again -- 

24 august

an apologist for missed opportunities will soon see the reasons for worry for wander for hunger and thirst unrehearsed and disenchanted like scantily addressed misconceptions and missed connections streaming right on through to morning still dawning een now oddly enough in some certain zones of time

23 august

like a dog day bike rack -- a halfway laugh track with a camouflage circumstance and hidden packs of gum humming along the interim to sink or swim the laps that mean collapse in any other language

22 august

sustainable like a rainable parade waylaid by circumstance and dancing like fantastic bike elastic stretches catching to release and keeping like peace split into a thousand pieces of eight weighted by silverquick mettle and ire

21 august

the wonder of blundering through to truth to useful inhibitions and sacks of remission unrelenting having sent in the reinforcements for a course meant to treat and not trick like a lick of cents would pay for and that's way more than a dollar to holler at or to shake a wonder tricked up leg and down wind -- back to begin to beyond to behold

20 august

leftover like a cloverpatch circle sign aligned with the stop we hopped while chasing the days in and out of circumstance we dance our light magenta and plenty of incentives that drift out and peel off like the cough we can't shake until sun breaks the blank

19 august

core strength on the shore banks like a ragtag shuffleboard two by four and a rucksack full of nevermind -- we leave behind our best regrets and memories we haven't caught yet -- too far ahead to leave us behind on a map we burned at the bridges

18 august

overdo overdone undersung twisted back like a laughtrack override hands high and river waltzing a cattle call thinned out by filters paper and ceramic steel and flavors too dynamic for blooming for looming large enough to charge bluffs and listeners off the next cliffs

17 august

let's sleep in like a swimming pool full of fools and floaties remotely matched with the cash and carry consortium still sorting out the rise and fall of the romanovs the empire lost to a tricky history with mystery turned up the spine

16 august

glorious like a chorus of roaring of scoring too many points to disjoint and reconvene like a scent too graphic for traffic or a trial too hidden for markers in dark bursts of color or raindrops of else of the selfless view of the true wonder of blunders leading indirectly straight to grace

15 august

melon like a felonious monk caught in the trunk of a runaway metaphor -- torn apart and doubled down like crowned kaleidoscopes and hopes eternal springing in our ears to the cheers of the marsala or some other french type sloganing the rogue endeavors off to reflections and straight across the buns

14 august

cooled like a foolish fire escape having jumped in a lake and barrelled through the blues brothers smothered remembrances the lost chances and the harpsichords too bored to recall and too sweet still to stall in a sheep shaped dog and pony show

13 august

keep out the doubts and roll in the dough, sewed tight and wound warmly like storms in the middle of a knockdown dragout bout of indecision -- the collision of a million drops of pickup and the trucks that keep on walking their own beat

12 august

the foggiest of ideas with the emptiness of a magnet just onesided and closeminded like forgotten repertoire -- the diner noir of a black and white entree matinee set to close the curtain as the film spins off the reel

11 august

nowhere to stun to gun the engine willing and fabled like a mystery history delivered to a comic shop and made the drop while no one was looking -- cooking up the ingredients for a fast-paced escape while caped like a superhero prima donna -- wanna get out all the creases while the catch and release is still at play at bay like a hound resounding unfounded like a crop of uncertain pieces waiting on assignments for alignment with a goal they'll never know -- 

10 august

like a guess we stress test rather than behavior we savor like carrots comparing the where it's when we defend against all comers the numbers we can't count on and the long drawn out race to the finish line rewind

9 august

melting like a skeleton key unblocked and spam broken tokenwide and slot long with blurred throngs of indecision knowing something needs to happen and clapping hand against the future stitched up too tight to the past and breaking down too fast to last

8 august

sooner or later gonna cut 'em down like a frownface limousine crash splashed across the dashboard front page -- all the rage with caged beasts and rising yeasts exploding into dough by row by rising horizon mild and dictatorial a clean pictorial of the wrongs uprighted and ignited like dandelion suns too bright for lawn mowers and too weak for oar rowers struggling through the straggling and dragging through the weeds our needs and more our worries heavy as a breakneck speedboard disregarding laws of space and time

7 august

what i mean to say is we play our own rewards from borrowed hands and stiff demands of the library reference variety -- the piety of sorrow in a single bowl of soup and the usefulness of trying one more last ditch effort diet -- 

6 august

call out the doubts the wait the inbetween scenes we weight so carefully to scare fully developed roles into holes and hiding -- riding on intuition and wishing for the better rather than the best to test the universe's sense of humor

5 august

adding up the trash out the certain doubt the dawn breaks the sky takes another look at its chances and dances wolfwild and eighties child style like a cantaloupe escape hatch down and ready to compel to release and catch what the next best guess is pitching this time

4 august

but by then the doors seemed too far away and it was hard to say if they were open or closed anyway so instead a different path with no map to follow but some row to hoe and a landscape to earthquake to shock into order into forward freshward new

3 august

little pieces overwhelmed by wholes by goals unfounded and shots rebounded too many steps ahead of red lights and blue lines that shine iridescent in maximum efficiency with glimpses we can't get through sight but views too true for eyes --  

2 august

an extra one another more and stores of folds holding on like gone acres and chickadee landslides the grand wide open and the knocked dinner bell well and good enough like pancake disregard and hardhearted mystery twisting unlisting and pulling up mistakes to turn perimeters to dust -- 

1 august

remind me never to ever while the crickets sound while the ground rounds and the rattles roll - we poll the audience with a preponderance of caution - the adoption of concern unearned and paying off too early - 

31 july

why like a broken balloon a punctured swoon swelling and spelling out the end of the scene we've seen coming for a long time but to unwind the clues is useless - the truth fits and the rest fails the slow wails of the weary waking while unsmiling and watching a clock ready finally to boil overboard - 

30 july

wrote the wrong month paid a rough check too many boxes away the dog has its day in courtyards and landslides and neverhide alarm clocks the detox of physics when the mountain opens wide -- 

29 july

standardized championed like the run around given and the mettle tested vested like an interest rate that dates itself twice in triplicate for hexagonal power and other madeup boosts that roost in the corners of our imaginations and change stations to head off the reals

28 july

weave it even and trim it odd like we've got all the time in the spare to room to board to hoard the sun and tune in later to check on the dark

27 july

correct in no assumptions but there's something to be said about unread messages and slapdash extras groaning under the wait and see or stand and deliver and a tiny shiver in between while the tables turn and the waves earn the right to decide if in wins or out tries or even still if it's tide

26 july

why the how can't we what where the who comes in like the swing of things and the curtain call like paper dolls who stayed out too late in the rain as the main story goes and the plot thickens up

25 july

when the totals come full up to the tops of the brackets there's a rack we can't stack with the bills filling up and spilling over like a cloverleaf orangutan dancing in the streets until meet and greet madness subsides and the rides all find a garage

24 july

when we bend we send angles to angels like faxes collapsing in sunbeams and deepknees the long and longing limbs turned in and stretching toward the light -- 

23 july

downward automation a vacation from control as the soul shuffles forward -- forearms and shinbones -- lonely in the field but outstanding in the water -- caught your glance in the checkout line and now i don't know what's yours and what's mine -- heading homeward soon

22 july

miles after happenstance the crickets chance upon a tune the moon can't get enough of can't call the bluff of and the wildhoney cloverpatch buzzes with the feeling of bright air bright life fresh stars

21 july

wild like a cannonball renegade waylaid by desire and inspired by whimsy by a shimmy shake cream cake perched on a close-in counter and mounted like rebellion swelling the ranks and filling the tanks for a last rush of freedom before the floods show

20 july

why four and not two like a shoe unwound untied and hied like a ho like a dairy-o bar full of shakes and quakes and attitude -- too rude to turn away when asked, too tired to seem overtasked before the whistle blows and grows twice as fast as wonder as the apple seeds its core -- 

19 july

rising like an early horizon cuckoo clock like a lockbox full of leavening of leaving and goodbyeing while the sighing lingers on in singing songs of major keys with half the please to mind the rest -- 

18 july

as if an explanation would help would keep the kelp off the shelf off the shore and more than likely a hike through the woulda coulda shoulda to the do

17 july

why and how and wherefore but what's more is the intake of the outweighted overlook cooked in the double boiler to overdone and undersung like a pancake wildflower towering over the edge like a ledger unkempt with redacted subtractions

16 july

laying low leads lines lazily astray as we pray on sunshine handmedowns all around like a la carte heart pumps and mind numbs too sudden to bear to wear and wash at any cost and terrified of stains -- 

15 july

styled like the advent of anarchy with turnkey precision and a backward glance to boot -- soothsaying and garden path laying all along the waterfront as the tide rolls up 

14 july

spillover honesty the drinks we see filling up the cup of what of else of otherwise with signs of regret too soon too swooning to notice the hocus pocus rigamarole we do to control our feelings steeling ourselves against the trance beyond the dance of niceties and on to something more -- 

13 july

surprise when the substitution rolls out and crosses doubt off the list like a mist like a vanishing act attracting ticket holders and unknown coders ready to underwrite the late at night noon glow diner into finer shades of chrome casting shadows pointing home

12 july

wild like a cucumber acre half staked for strawberries and half packed with pecks redressed and counterbeamed like cards again at twice the price like mice yet to fold and a tile still to grout

11 july

fireworks and undercards – a hard apple to core with a more than fair chance the rain will remain the key player on that main stage undergrade and overtime

10 july

where it all turns around spins down heats up and flies high enough to hang tough through visas and pita pockets unlocked and lettuce in while the feelawful bites spill out until tucked in with tahini

9 july

why and wherefore when what’s more is a sandy sigh and a wild waterfall type scene where meaning matters more than words and herding crocodiles is just one of many paths –

8 july

down the road again unloading crammed revelations and changing stations too worn to lock too late to clock and the trail still won’t go cold – rolled along before the preamble rambles up or the day has its say more than once –

7 july

doubled up and also down but it’s not over under the sky that we pointed out with shadowed cracks and expanding crevices that change our seats at discreet intervals for new views and longer roads exploding into color and then fading into clouds loud enough for explanation and fine enough to pay

6 july

why like a tunnel like a wide angle lens off the deep end and back around through true enough to the fact but not to the map and the collapsing economy of words gives way and plays again to our weaknesses and tickles our funny bones phoning home for a last ditch firework

5 july

in ponyland they’ll understand that some things can’t be helped although we’ll leave those on the back shelf for now and row another row to hoe to chaff to stray to buttonhole the argument in the pigeontoe department – out of step with the cardinal stares but beyond redemption  through the gliders and under fire with no sky left too bright to fall –

4 july

upside down is the way to be turned to burn off the unnecessary to figure which is which when all the calling cards have blown away have thrown down have called out like doubts like queries like serious contenders on benders too sharp to catch on at the right angle in a pleasant tangle we can’t do without but we can but the strands come unwound – lost and found like measuring cups spilling over and always forgetting to count the amounts and heed the ingredients so the outcome’s always different always stirred by a new wind in the deep end with the shallow lanes still just the same –

3 july

dry pond / baby bear / apostolic church of the lord jesus / farmer driving tractor gives you the nod / high voltage buzz

2 july

thank you for trying for siding clouds loud enough to sink the kitchen fail the mission and mix the metaphors in storage to come up with something previously unseen slightly ungreen and unclear which way to turn next but flipping to the index

1 july

try as you might brigade light waylaid on its path through waves and particles and sparkling blurs of indecision split the paint and call the frame like a picture made of fantasy of pure belief in a thing called faith

30 june

in comparison it’s quite no not underwild or butterscotch variety – the piety of missing out – of sewing doubt tight and tidy like the renegade bus stop no one second guesses understress capitalizes like surprised remorse but the horse left off before the cart rolled in and nobody’s getting a lift

29 june

instead stay in tune out turn off close the windows the ears don't hear the fireworks don't feel the boom the shake the late and the music so close closed out turned dark parked away and out of bounds clear out the calendar the colander draining out opportunities the crushing flushing away anything to trip over to flip colder into apology the tendency to fade recurring again the melt long felt and sometimes disregarded into hopeful moments but back again again to turn the channel to static to graph it heading south dropping into dark into closed into gone

28 june

shapes on  the ceiling like grease spots the clouds left behind -- unwinding uncertainty in dark colored blanks and tanks full of nevermind

27 june

moons rise and stars change their minds their lines unsteady and betting against gravity like the sign of some other times we fall behind and bet against and still cannot see mirrors

26 june

no time left to apologize to cauterize the cards in the catalog that sing along the same words the  overheard regrets not yet manifest but half undressed in the fitting room in spitting distance and least resistance to the most unwelcome charms with no harm done but a spring sprung loose and it's time to turn aside while the next act preps and refreshments flow to stale

25 june

and then i can't get up and i roll nowhere stiffsolid and frozen to inaction in traction unattractive and unavoidable -- the foibles of the foregone conclusions -- illusions and confusion with the truth in too many parts in hearts stopped and crops we cannot harvest -- the hardest row to hew and cry to hoe and rake and no mistakes the sun will set again again again

24 june

as if falling off and also away but not toward never into always out of like a flipped canoe and apologies too mouthfilling to deliver to shiver through like that choking that pokes in between caught thoughts and shadowed worry -- the hurry into the next scene while trying not to be at all -- now or otherwise

23 june

turn off turn throughs into rivers and deliver relief between seatings and meet greets backward feats unfounded and ungrounded beliefs -- pleats and plaids and feeling bad -- sucking out the air and later piling up the dirt the hurt the turnaway -- apologies and uncertainties in spades and also hearts

22 june

dark anyway paarking out of space and lines and through the new the modly confusion of outlived utility and combinations we can't help but choose with foolish fallingdown happy underground frequencies and the ways we breeze between breaths to what's left of the plans we half made and then left behind again -- abandoned in the wonderwhy apology 

21 june

soon enough we called the stuffed shell game out and also over like clover going through a wild patch and oats too buttoned-up to sow to weigh to mean well and pay swell bucks off the dollar around the horn and storing up tea for the dark -- 

20 june

store up for a sellout buy down and sort doubts up the long way home to san juan -- viejo as some might sing -- oh the signs we ignore and the paths we explore -- rather trails, rather sails we swim by and songs we trend to on as the mustard means its color after dark

19 june

making change while the sun shines unwinds the rest of the day which means night because dark isn't bright like crossstitch tripping over filled ditches and tangled website no fight to flight for and no chance to dance cards steps moves or other

18 june

and then i had the answer but it slipped and fell -- the well or something likewise -- surprise and all the parts between -- the missing scenes we've been without for so long and the gone song with the words we don't remember echoes on

17 june

what if the nowhere while the sometime even leftover and underdone like a catalog of understanding even handing misrotating conversation like a pile left from what was made up of the collapse of the prior higher calling stalling in and out and back again in spades in faces in unrepentant blue

16 june

wild work work whiles wishes wonder wavering wide away apart astray alas aloft alarm a leap

15 june

because i have no better directions -- no corrections to course or chart to hearten -- no track to follow -- no loss to find -- picture to define, word to paint to faint praise blazing and into escape and other adventures of loss and crisscross plans that can't align can't refine their own scope without hope of something better just beyond --  

14 june

what the saying go likely stop car train change and a hard foolish wish like a weigh the difference sing rain swing steps into the puddle jumper words like a carriage horse cart boolean search and or not

13 june

release the teeth that hold the comb that sharpens hair that twists beneath elastic straps collapsing raw rough energy static and dramatic with nowhere left to turn

12 june

but when you press this button there's less stress there's more stored up energy less jealousy less dependency less allaround paranoia none of that annoying updown frowncake merrygo mistake parade and you'll have it made if you can just put your finger on it

11 june

same numbness but if i keep pressing there is some color some number to add up to call so let's see what we feel taking from here

10 june

dune buggies and harvey dudes on their way to the beach while the reach might almost and the sand grinds on there's a swan songing and HongKonging all for the price of a mackerel pie which is one of those things from the twinkling eye of madeup of guesswork of the certain jerk awake like the harm of alarms unsnoozed

9 june

the kind to look for is the score without a total the task unfilled unwlled and stretched -- we catch ourselves and can't remember which part to keep which road too steep  and all the steps to fall down to call out as if for relief as if so much grief can be packed away and led astray like automatic gardens blooming out of turn -- learn and tell us all about it -- catch and point and turn -- meadow on a mountain and no more sky left to burn -- 

8 june

double try half jump and the short dash the long yard hard enough to fall out of sorts in quarts littered out of bounds and liters fit to fill a flush rushed ff its feats like a pair full of partridge a step past the drawbridge and straight off the end of a plank -- 

7 june

meant better

did worse

6 june

no right to say what's left is off the table is in the stable before the cows swing by the belfry and the batters up like cups of incandescence and a spelling bee for tea for cakes for vast mistakes and all the routes we plot around them only to plow through -- the truth we cannot compromise and fall we cannot bear, the stairs too steep for up or down and no landing to alight on in the dark

5 june

furthermore it remains to be seen where the scene will close when the day will glow too bright for eyes to stand to handle like a hot cup of something else from the shelf and over the counter -- nothing we can't do without

4 june

turned inside out the doubts exposed grow brighter and the light sure and shiny in the eyes of those who follow who call out to bring down to catch up to fade into prepositions and compositions we cannot write our wrongs out from under within

3 june

and still i feel the tear the wear in the way we were and wooden smile styled to photograph to catalog to rob the dog and pay out crickets ticked off the list and missed time and again like a scan like a scandal too heavy to afford and ignoring all the rest a quiz too dark to pass too bright to see

2 june

sometimes in the middle past forgiveness into ravioli tenderness and off ahead of marathons of running but not far enough we cuff the bluffs and blow the steam too far ahead to fall behind the wonderingwhy the growing range of hopefulnot and worry toward whatif

1 june

soon enough the bluff called the listener missed the glistening clue true bright and rose blind while the line between scenes grows dimmer and piles on the appetizers big surprises small calls to regroup to scoop the story and serve it headline wide across the dailies the dollars short and the promises of tomorrow sorrowing on the line while the rest of them are fine enough for grade A boxes the fox is in the details and it's hard enough to buy what i'm selling so to take it off the market is the only trail to choose

31 may

let's be done with this which means starting again around the corner and under the overlook cooking each egg separately and mashing them potatowise and carrot short like quarts of milkweed tangled in the menu and wondering what tomorrow's special is -- 

30 may

with apologies for the dark it is also right that night should trend in this direction should set up a course correction that closes ranks like water tanks in the silent brigade of dusk rusty and fulsome like prison blues and whitewashed sky

29 may

what i notice is how easily we turn the other ear the color we might regret the bet always off on the long game the unclaimed dose of least repose of most disposed to try harder the dark larder of regrets collected and earning interest that diminish but always those deserving better don't notice and the hocus pocuses their focus away from the good they could have while instead they're stuck falling off a caravan again again and scrambling up for more in hope the road will turn the lights will come up brighter and the wait will have its reward

28 may

as if the reason was clear could be nearer to truth to useful deductions and the luck tinged with fate with worry with hurred sacrifices and upside conclusions down in drowned logic clogged with regret and apology and the knowledge we ought to know better though really the problem is me

27 may

i want to leave it out and off and over and while under might be done in some circles there's a square no-deal at play here and steering clear of icebergs let us turn up the dark for now and see what's on the next t-- 

26 may

as if by giving up you can reclaim can rename the questions as answers take chances and test out the rest of the prototypes with too much hype to trust results to taste the salt in wounds consumed by worry and locked away from guilt but spilled like milktoast wonderwhy and lifted from apology to next -- 

25 may

way out of bounds like found out like round post in a square smile miles away from satisfaction and reactions built on sense on dimensions failed lessens away and unplayed things like rindadong dairy bars and custard cocoa tarts half as sweet as hope and maybe twice as wide as chance -- 

24 may

play it off and cough twice if you've heard this one if you've had this fun before and more to the point a nose out of joint is hard to fit back into place like a chse with no catching, arrow with no fletching -- the song in the dark yet again standing out the window and stepping up the stone

23 may

which was a different way to look at that and then the catalog paged its way to accidental purchase and return and unearned credit carding at the door and filling the store with goods that might not be and all the evidence seen here and steered clear of sense joins the bench but not for sitting and takes the lead but not for getting ahead -- i am my own goodbye and i will write my ending -- 

22 may

i do not want to do this part and as i recall i opted out but doubt instead led me back around and underground like a telescope thermometer reaching out to the stars instead of the near -- steering clear of close-ups and cruella de mille of the loss and the loss is quite apparent but i stare it down anyway and play hard to get together like weather when the forecast doesn't matter and there's nothing you can pack to see it through -- 

21 may

let's hold off on the clarification uniting of nations and frying of eggs -- regulations notwithstanding tense commanding a syntax we must pay to waylay the conversation toward condescension like the tension unbelievable indeceivable and out of bounds two rounds too far ahead to stay upright

20 may

and so i closed the door instead to head off the steady stream of sorry spilling doubts about the place and chasing the face we meant to save but lost like grace too silent too stealthy for healthy reflection and dark misdirection when the dreams fade out and the signal just won't come in

19 may

the wrong game means the right rules don't and the off bets the chance taken none mistaken: the birds the river lost and the cost incomplete all defeat piled like waterloo sunset station rise catching like a train the refrain repeats and i meet my better judgement leaving out the back door and what's more it's too hot to try harder and falling just seems right

18 may

and yet somehow it if all comes together the weather will not and the cattle will low lower than the bell the dell the derry-o like a dingdong double-dipped and territory trapped when we collapse the space between and find we’re facing just ourselves

17 may

play out the pay out the long doubts and wild whiles the honeyed smiles and peppered pickles – sick like a cellophane hummingbird alarm and broken half to pieces like offensive charmed off like socks unlocked by regret and the notyet solutions too far off to carve out and trick doubts into vanishing like ax like air like calm

16 may

play a different game than the pieces claim to belong to and hold on to the leftbehind certainty that bends the knee around the turn that earns the churn of butter better lost than never found down beyond the elsewhere gate

15 may

way behind like a binding book like a bowl that cooks its own stone ground round about five ten a penny weight watch man drake goose hen chick lit aflame afire the wire we wear to stare down the steps having leapt long ago to far away like a place card landing hard on the wrong table like a stable set of horses and a car that cannot park

14 may

instead I decided to hide the rest of the tale the end of the whale and the start of the shrew – knew it all along and combed the beach for leftover teeth to populate the grin with – a dim fifth and a bright half to counteract the sour sadness gnawing out from in –

13 may

but in reality I would rather sit it out and fill the grout in the wall with words with tired fire and empty sand like hands like soap opera hourglasses that can’t last that counteract the education we pay our nation though even as the deadlines live on and the short stack grows tall there’s a call that’s wild and an herb that’s mild milk mint moss and other glittering alliterations through really I started to mean the smell –

12 may

a different space another chase up the scale to the deep end and the pretend excuses that add up in cost – nothing lot and more gained – with the strained realization that dark fascination with disappointment is best spent on doing better though weather be rainy and sugar be sweet – meet the better day before it turns out just the same

11 may

like a stray caterwaul shawled from sheep shorn springdeep and wonderwild there’s a style of redress we can’t press past possibility in the fragility of an instant that’s misspent we trudge tripping fudge fingers of fumbledown calamity past the humanity and straight on through to other (please specify) while testifying on behalf of the last best hope for immigration for conversation that continues – doesn’t bring you to an edge to jump off and fall from and gasp too late when it all goes dark – park in a different spot next time and take a deeper breath –

10 may

wait until the smoke signals and the crop circles and the dogs all have their day and we will wait time and dot eyes

9 may

play along a story untold a dream of gold and all the little buttons undertow and overfoot like roots and berries merrily gone

8 may

way up hey down the crown stripped and the disc flipped and there’s no more time for tea

7 may

let’s play the next notes for remote start chances and a half-danced sombrero where the cows don’t shine

6 may

say something or do but still there’s a guess to mess up one leg over the other like a cutter on the sea or a pair of scissors slicing down the axis while the y’s have it

5 may

the play the thing the conscience king-sized and overworked like a constant twirk of the light and the appearance of night before scheduled

4 may

push past the last and crash through the fence you built yourself to save your health from the worries left outside – no hiding anymore

3 may

way down the work week the worn down the underdone overtakes makes the mistakes again and against and dances with no steps the rejected proposals disposing the rest

2 may

but when the sun is too much I cannot and the day devolves and turns to twist to trap the tricks that creep between our lids

1 may

jellybean delirium in a haze of hurry with the deadline on rewind fast forward split time maligned like a telescope heart attack and a track to serve the needs of feet

30 april

and then it was the end because there was no more space and I found I could not breathe had no more air had no more reason to continue but then I laughed and found I’d been holding my breath all along

29 april

there was no excuse but the tooth was loose and it was hard to consider reinstalling with the reinstated opinion that control had been lost

28 april

while in the meantime just write smaller and crawl backward into letters slower than numbers and twice the rich pitched like a hurricane in and out of balance – chance’d be a fine thing

27 april

fooling yourself to think the health cares itself like the shelf stacks its volumes in sideby certainty all the while we see no way out

26 april

I cannot offer more right now and still the night is darker scratchy pressed and tight elastic wool wheezing out of place

25 april

but still I cannot and so the thought escapes and turns into disappointment before it leaves my mouth my eyes

24 april

the back page the last stage the stanza that can’t stand on another leg – had it pegged for an endless ongoing but the stress test strong blowing out of bounds means the ground’s fresh and the aces wild until somebody decide to add starch

23 april

like the kind you would make up in your head or with glue and macaroni – a hocus pocus pony nobody could ride but everybody dreamed of like my little creampuff dandelion heartthrob fresh from the cellophane case

22 april

and although it was early it seemed too late already to manage much more to store up the energy for yet another turn and earn a trip back from the bend the dark side the long ride around horseshoe curve and back again through nostalgia

21 april

but somehow the place missed the race twisted all the way around the scrambled ground turned off the light brigade fantastic saber saver opposite of dark and suddenly it was as if any other word could mean the abruptness of switch of end of over of something now no more

20 april

there are things unfound unfounded but rounded by time the hard shard enclosed in calcified confusion the illusion of improvement a smooth dent in the expectation tossed like a crayfish into a waterfall to land just find but rather mind the fuss

19 april

up the hill halfway it becomes a mountain which is unexpected except for the map which collapsed on impact with reality while the rain se see goes on for miles through frogs upstyled by reflective throats on remote roads stand a better chance of dancing another day of leaping another way into night

18 april

like turning back a clock that unlocked some key gears in the wrong zone like the rolling stone glossed over and tossed into the index with the pretext that it was the finest print to be had

17 april

there’s a thrill on some other step having kept out of it long enough and by now not knowing how to start again

16 april

and so I went a different way to get some other where as if and when there’s been a designation in the first it was replaced by a cartographer asleep at the wheel and feeling quite entitled to turn the rhythm from language into baggage hung loose out the window and out to its own bright horizon

15 april

the right thing to do although who knows what it adds up to – more than nothing though maybe the budget is spent – all lent out for earlier travels – though totally unraveled from all angles and stretched to the point of no sense

14 april

an adjustment just sent from some brain to some part that should act that should fire that should hire its own fundraiser to praise the best efforts at reconciliation at facing the nation at sulking until the sun comes up but after all probably neurons are the thing  mean and who knows what they feel

13 april

like a loaf carved out of oven and wheatfield dairy chocolate surprise with undereye pasta and a belly stuffed with lead – jelly instead and twice the sugar – double layered marshmallows and sighs

12 april

staples held it together but in the meantime fall departs and springs forward all the meanwhile we forget to count when we hold our breath and we leave the racetrack out of wonder in the backslide down the corner store in halftime marvels like the dogs at tea

11 april

a way full and overflowed load of misbegotten rhymes underchimed and overwrought – bought by all the kinder spirits that overhear it from the corners of the hallway recitation – conversation that unravels thigh deep in uncharted travels across the graph paper and far off not space chased in geometric panic from all the notright angles

10 april

everywhere the stairs lead up but the stares turn down the chance at the dancefloor and what’s more the beach out of reach like an island unstrung and a cable knitted like a fitted font – waiting for nothing and wasting for not –

9 april

there’s a trill like a pinecone tumbledown xylophone alone in the china shop a bull stopped by minutes before and what’s more there’s a wind and it’s still and a tide up to rip off the curtains but what a steal deal

8 april

But somewhere along the way we played our parts in departing echoes like twinkletoe automatons – off and on and back again like a two-strand braid unafraid to try but occasionally unstable

7 april

all the sorts unsifted and all the fates uplifted keep our own counsel – the few ounces chilled by indecision and the rest left out to dry – try the cold leftovers before slicing up the pie

6 april

few choices but I feel I chill when it is that kind of scene where unseen but believed and recreated in technicolor as if over under bets couldn’t be trusted like gently rusted wonder overrun by darker shares like rotten lemonade spilling over and shaking up the calm

5 april

no way the play’s the thing we string along the seams – to steam through the areas you meant to sharpen harkens back to a straighter line a lighter shade of lemonade alarm clocks thundering in like the cavalry and twice more around the block

4 april

will the way the play the thing the single case replaced with suits the chutes laddered and so many steps across the board from winning –

3 april

and yet the case replaces itself on the shelf and the laundry is exchanged for clean clothing while disposing of the evidence the clear sense that we were someplace else and also in some other world together

2 april

thankful like a smaller font in want of a toothbrush for the finer details the lesser resales that value the one true wonder that is a mirror that’s clearer than any other surface upon reflection although the collection may be in incidental order like a subjective sort of take – there’s still the cake for later and the frosting when it cools

1 april

no tricks no fools just spools of opportunity turning these threads into steady sorts of production – the reduction of probability into a fine consume that stays cool in the icebox and licks horns with the next wave of appetizing wonders even as the hunger trends south over steady

31 march

keep it together like underwater weather out of reach of shore of more certainty of the trends we see developing in weather patterns and scattered bits – the uneclipsed celestials and halfbegotten vegetables somebody meant to cook – somebody should have booked for a sidebysideways latterday breakfast all along the waterway lane

30 march

returned unearned like a lesson unmentionable or a creek unsinkable – nobody drinks from that canoe without the requisite say-so – and although we’ve got the lid on it’s not strong enough for hurricanes or laser tag and anyway the soup is up

29 march

different font like you want to show a new angle like the strangled efforts of other days can’t faze the phases that mark the stages like coach and also right left center off on and other yawns of carrying out the wordplay to the endgame and forgetting to keep any scores

28 march

and when the light flickered on we were surprised to start to understand how dark it had become – only in the light can we see clearly the brightness

27 march

Joanna Linden:))

26 march

even as the odds to it’s a tricky flow from here to there without awareness of the care missed in appreciation of the everyday right of way situations – the conversations with reality that create new states of mind and also of beauty of art of health of hope

25 march

melted into fever

24 march

melted like a butterball cannonade – the lemonade too sweet to do without – the doubts stacked too high to drive home in the dark – park in the driveway if there’s nobody home –

23 march

when you read it in in succession like that it’s a map collapsing into spiderscribbled lines twining into doubletime station on the way to public television indecision and a bit more before lunch – no such nonsense but we lose again again and I scan the cans for trash but it’s someplace else instead –

22 march

but somehow we are expected to collect our regrets and set them aside – not to hide but to pass by as if everything else ahead is better to focus on – the sticky down and the fevered right lighting up the way to fiddled rates and more mistakes as far as the tracks can go

21 march

tea party alarm clock ticks like a deer like a lick of salt like a cannon ball struck out with a midnight slipper and a glass that glimmers long beyond the steps and grates to a later escape straight on through the scene –

20 march

let’s touch our toes to the elevator floor and press more buttons than we could have dreamed – all the scenes leading on to the act unspoken and the vows untoken like a key offer nobody managed to redeem before it locked

19 march

starch the linens and roll the curtain pants back – counteract the sailsetting and tangled underwire

18 march

back again backwards undertime and overthought: caught between Iraq this thing out and Iran away fast and as the trash cans overturned in the burning certainty of rushing elsewhere – the close care of a warm touch and the feel that nothing matters much more than the score that can never be totaled

17 march

some kind of luck upside down and a shamrock attracting shakes and lakes and puddles and underspent amazement we tip over gratefully again and again

16 march

salty lips and invisible horizons – the sun blundering through timetelling and tastetesting – rest of the way there is no other path – no way the last melts its quota at the rate – the great weight lifted and surprising drift out of bounds – common ground and tongues strung along by honeythick wonder

15 march

out of the park and under the wire – fired by tiramisu and all the rest of the sand in the beach – reaching out to touch the streetlights and catching lowgo stars – whitewashed churches and redswept dust – must and do and horns that warn

Travel tip: Delicious Happiness Ice Cream Parlor Surprise

14 march

pineapple pie and lime twist / keep up the levels until morning turns aside

13 march

elsewhere the dreams dare to sleep on their own pillowed schedule with the rebel yell as well as can be expected – matched and connected to the halfdone prelude leading into the chapter verse and worse

12 march

slipping into the dip between the space unseen and the second horizon there’s more than one surprise in store for more than a nickel’s worth of wonder – blundering through the outer world to underwater circumstance the dance plays on and the steps make time – shining through the use cases and evening up the odds

11 march

in the dark the lights flow by as lines as the sand commanding its own exit its waves that save the sea from beaching its own reach beyond stars

10 march

by the beach by the wave by the saving grace we chase our winds away to blow the bay seasoning beyond reasoning and into the mishmash of rehashed decisions and on into fission from the rest and fusion of the best type available from any whileby menu

9 march

bark like a bite free light dream seeming to steam through polite flights or damp tramps happening through marshes through starches through potato fields and barley yields and barely grown elements of fiction – bon voyage and other lines

8 march

keep in touch like the luck stays Irish like the truck in the garage – the buck at the lodge – the gravel in the driveway that keeps the dust down: we are the harbingers of doublechecked spellings, dwelling on the improbable and wobbling into place – the race to the fittest and the math that adds up: thought to be in group five but til the numbering arrives let’s muddle through the undefined lines and draw up something new

7 march

upright your seat and downturn all wrongs – you can do no turn undone – unstrung and knitted up like knotted pines and dinner lines drawn thick with salt and circumstance – chance encounters in diners at finer stages of engagement – a  page meant to be read back to black and on into the fine print –

6 march

miles above and so slow below the pin drops the rain chops off its puddle at defeat of cloud-based strategies – clattering noisily through the candlesticks and parking at the far end of the table

5 march

pushing back the rucksack ragtag soup brigade, we’ve made our way to the lemonade shade trees to breeze through the short list of buttons, twists, and sideways ties that bind – that twine our hearts in tandem carousel uncertainty: as we see, we pay the rent and spend our days investing

4 march

pun like a stunner and drop like a brick ton underdone halfbaked trial and error: compare your starting lineup with the stabletop calamity: these are the jeans Jane rode in on

3 march

starch like an overcoat fire brigade saved like a cattle prod overawed and underwater: these are all the passing fancies, these are all the highway dandies flaunting toothsome lollipops and gobbling seconds first

2 march

along the way I played the fiddle and let the meter run – a stunning set of bars and rests while they band kept up though the time ran out –

1 march

search and decry the wry looks that cook bookings like an out of work jerk store that hard cores the apples and sets back the clocks: lock our hands to the wheels and turn it all ahead

28 february

and in the end we extend the end far beyond the song's last lines -- undefined and neatly rhymed by the reasons we count our lessons and turn the sessions into uncountable nouns -- the higher ground of the collective sense and and the tense we can't get past

27 february

to live in three dimensions at least like yeast rising in surprising variations -- dreaming of vacations and ecstasy -- the collections we keep in our dream boxes with locks no foxes can foil and candybar wrappers too sweet for reflection -- the perfect collection of YES

26 february

along the way i found the ovaltine, hidden on the shelf for so long already and turned it gently to review the numerical evidence there in clear grass and percents proudly proclaiming its value, when served with a wholesome glass of milk -- 

25 february

countdown the merrygoround jumprope to hopscotch the candyfloss tiptoe -- where are all the spiders's eggs and who took all the gum -- even as the robbers egg, the seagulls have more fun

24 february

where the seconds get guessed the best leftovers remain in retaining walls hyperlinked to cattle calls and apologetic indiscretion, catch as catch can and half the volume

23 february

and now we've almost gotten to the page where the plot turns the dial earns another go and as we slow the pace the race runs out and the clouds still gather -- rather a strange moment for a donut but it's true we get around around still searching for the whole --