31 january

wary of the weary rings circled under idle eyes and subtle strands of command performances -- like so many horses poised on hind legs and showing teeth -- the clear relief of release as the lips unfurl, curling into something rather else

30 january

wild as an apple pie turnaround staving off the ravings of a rabid cantaloupe -- no hope for the weary to wear out -- no clout to swing around the see saw so there -- care and keep the counsel -- raise the steaks you mean to eat

29 january

but the numbness becomes us and the paradigm shifts -- eclipsing the jargon with the synergy of working smarter and off-brand pop tarts: let us speak of other things -- of the wagon trains to paradise and the stars that aim to shine -- 

28 january

where the wild thing grows deep within a darkworried wad like the good hiding outdeep down in the doubt -- there the weak and wary wobbles warble in search of confidence -- the light in the canopy and better sky above --

27 january

overethink the link between past and future with a slipup on the present -- tripping over the tense with a magnificent lens turned in the wrong direction -- no obvious corrections of error but comparing from where or where to and the usefulness of measuring treasures unseen against wonders unhurried -- the balance lost in the calculation -- 

26 january

wary with a reason as the season turns off and on like backward swans and incidental towels packed along for the end of the world to call and all the little beach houses crowding around to sea

25 january

like primacy with no biases -- like recency on the high seas and a median mean to boot -- in cahoots with the cattle call brigade making waves and taking names like stains on the undercard and bets placed on the also-ran -- scanning through the classifieds mystified and underawed -- raw deal and square meal and a half chance to ride -- 

24 january

where we meet is the space chasing so many other cattle calls and synagogues and pristine chapels come a-calling like the stalling disappointment of an overloud buzzer sussed out of the stillness -- a spill meant to alarm the dishes clean and in between a secondary area of attention unmentionable but for the walls called off at the last moment -- a task open to the skyline and straight on past the map -- 

23 january

without a lit review there would be chaos the way fuss is made over names unknown and sown through long lines entwined with shallow sense as if dimension ought to grow in later, the way their connections will be made in polite introduction like the stuff in between bricks ought to do

22 january

all things delivered like a stickershock tickertape parade masquerading as insensitivity -- the delivery of angels and their better angles, dangling salvation like some overmelted marshmallow poised to fall to flame

21 january

canary in a candy shop like a bull full of disregard -- early warning the dawning of an iridescent day -- the unspectacular way the world turns though the interest earned is due to be invested in a less than going concern that's churned up attention and what might be termed affection if we took such affectations with our turns of phrases as the pages turn on -- 

20 january

no fire because trees / no leaving behind one potato from two potato more because one is / bridge over not much / trouble over bridge / collapsing maps in tech tricks / trapeze ease and a stepping stone compass / last of the saint bernard trailheads / soup in a cold can lunch

19 january

like a door that won't unlock there's a clock that ticks nonstop with no thought of being unplugged but it's bugging me now and i've got no space to chase the rest of it -- a little bit of compliance but overreliance on high availability like super connectivity i'd like to vote against -- no chance and even less of more while the storeroom overflows with empties and the KPI turned ROI bites the next acronym as it comes

18 january

live like thriving turnips in a dumpster ballet playing out in rooftop fire brigade stages in pavillions a million to one against the odds and even the rest who'd never guessed a host could court the golden opportunity all the way back to silver, shivering out of necessity and twice enough to spare --

17 january

burn it off like a scoffed-at toastmaster -- a disaster of armament and disheartened melancholy -- stalling all the way to main street -- a retreat without care and the comparison without end -- bend the rules and retool the enclosure to dispose your income and take it to the bank

16 january

sometime between now and then we'll trend in a few directions and if course corrections turn together we'll weather the climate and ground the geography into maps that collapse into spitting distance -- although no of course we won't

15 january

a switch flip split lip and a pound or two of clover -- rolling under the river like a minor wrecking ball : still the mozzarella and be sure the apple dumpling -- now we serve ourselves whatever's left -- 

14 january

where the bird blooms the duck flies south for hibernation under-burrowed and doublestuffed with greener bits and doubleknit cablecars starred and weathered like accidental overcoats from the summer garden hook -- overlooked and underwrought -- caught between the bushes

13 january

over the undercard and twice as loud -- echoes of some other lines, some undertripped wires tired of the journey and the spinning sense of self travelling in uncertain directions and always the mud -- but for the rain there would be none, but for the sun we could not know -- the words that come instead, unread and misbegotten, caught in between rhyme and meaning, seeming always to be on the brink of better but stumbling always just at the wrong step -- 

12 january

to trip is one thing but how to plan the fall the length the gogo when so no sort of certainly adds up like a couple of schoolkids who overbid on the peanut butter but filled the gaps with jelly jams instead

11 january

when it's so late there's soup in the cupboard the cabinet the drawer that's more likely than chips to strop off the hunger the cold the dark the offer that goes on long beyond a sense of time or other

10 january

no wearing out the welcome while the door handles, while the light candles -- can't hold it back to basics like the way six is always one half dozen of the other -- the bother expended to have the gap mended meant well but still fell on the wrong side of defense

9 january

forgetters take notes - the rest take naps and the sheep sail to shawl -- calling all carpenters on two-by-phones and four-armed fairweather forewarned friends when the beach ends there's nothing more to see

8 january

but at the same time that meant all the light was eaten up faster and the sky went on its way without a backward glance -- getting away again and again -- 

7 january

like a risk whisked away like a rolling stone dipper on the yolk side like the ride of a lifetime twisted sour with lemon candy like the way for words work when the face feels like the smiles that make the markets run -- 

6 january

tradition that listens is a softer side of underwired certainty -- the work we mean to do, the cards we thought of sending -- no end to the pleasure of the known, a stone's throw away of uncertainty, of risk -- no measure for the measure by a treasure half sold and an arm's length still from the answers -- 

5 january

because i haven't got the know-how to show how it ought to be I sought to see a different path but collapsing the deck I stacked it and tracked it to wait for the payout then stayed out the way until it all blew by -- 

4 january

there is a road and soon we will be on it -- soon it will dawn its own skycolored greeting card, writ large and signed small with a neverending postscript ripped from the headlines and redefined ass its own worst so and so -- though by the byline there's a small fine for making too much of metaphor or turning the wrong cheek the right way

3 january

because going to sleep should mean waking up although the slow drip eclipses the waterfall in some scenes to say and mean different things -- the kettle brings uncertain tunes to brew from unknown mettle and expedients the ingredients of a different revolution -- tuned by barbed wire and strung like forgotten harps --

2 january

impossible to tell where the well springs and the cattle sing low like chariots sweet on the trail and hot to trot -- got plenty of miles to go before the styles run out and the alligator doubts the watermelon grin well within the rights to call the dentist back from tea -- 

1 january

with plenty of pieces but still the climb doesn't get high enough or long enough to see them all sorted -- fresh and routine and the scene ends before anything dramatic but can it be -- yes -- and the sun still shines albeit too brightly and i wouldn't rightly mind it a bit turned down --