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 -- 

22 february

when in the course of courts ruling the stage guards the oatmeal porridge meal and the deal steals the traffic too graphic for circumstance -- dance the lightmare and tackle the forest -- all of the merry men rob the hood

21 february

keep in mind you've defined the size too tightly -- wound uprightly and down again: the crown depends upon the wearer -- compares her with the second-guessed guests and you'll break the bread uneaten

20 february

too many words and not enough heard as the melody muddles the rigatoni wallflowers up the down stairwell and back down for tea

19 february

scary have quickly the turn the earn burning bridges and tossing logs on the conspiracy theories delirious in mysterious hazes -- crazy for days in the maze to work through -- the stir time enough to make without the cake enough to take and eat too with the wish you made on the candletop cherry ready to bear it out with no repeats

18 february

less than best -- a test unpassed and classed out of pound with resounding disappointment -- the joint sent out of nose and the fiddle unstrung -- brought out like a doubtful mishaps stubborn in its winter depth and far too deep to fall

17 february

shift the priorities to the more we've seen of the future stances to take the chances we can -- scanning the classifieds to hide the hopeful headlines the bylines countertwined with accidental discourse -- no worse the wear for the acquisition than the missing link from the reference desk we might have just checked out accidentally with some other search in mind

16 february

the spare i meant to fill chills dark underground -- the round square filled, the square peg legging it out of bounds and away -- play the cards and throw the darts and slam the door too loud -- crowded ambitions burn tongues when strung along too late

15 february

like a plenary session in need of dimensions and functions like a junction box with no connections -- fuses losing the will to spark plugs like dark thugs in the concrete night brighter than a butterfly and shore like a radar -- plenty far enough afield and never have to raise the yield -- 

14 february

had an area for improvement and the movement went south in the mouth which is not to say down or out though the doubts are not withstanding the barrage -- the courage of a red badge and the catch and release program to follow -- the hollow retort of the fire of last resort shooting off the shouting match and catch as they fall

13 february

strawberry areas and other cold shine with divine defined deliciousness on a ship that's set to sail to sea to see what scenes can be stolen and which treasures should be buried or wearily measured in paces to erase this spot from the map to collapses its location into lore that'll lure those who sleep with the fishes to rattle their dishes on hunger for gold -- 

12 february

celebrate and delegate and bake the cake you can't help -- row the boat your own self while the rest of them all wade out -- fading doubts like a leprachaun's slick tricks when it's time to freeze and sideways seize the assets we can't get to from here while the red fern grows

11 february

and along the way we'll play all the chords we stored up for just such an occasion -- the ways and means between scenes stealing all the disrespect and turning hard to milk and honey and maybe even cardamom

10 february

where the trails go the fails safe all falling short like a mild hour scoured clear as an antelope's agenda sent from the satellite office to cough bluster and the farmstead the home bread and butter cutting it up and painting the fence while waiting the story to end

9 february

overstuffed and underfull like a blender ruled by berries and the dairies of a thousand dells -- well on our way out of bounds and grounded by space and time we remind our certainties to please the pipers and pie the rest

8 february

like a countdown that can't round its decimals up like alligator cups of crisscross puzzles and sideways muzzles on angry teeth -- unleashed and out of the park -- dark too soon and blown away like a waft too fresh for review -- 

7 february

where the wild bird grows like an undisclosed tickertape paperclips the trip of a lifetime to clothesline the canopy and bungle the aqualine nose marine the scene from some mistaken play turned upside to melodrama mums all the looks

6 february

like a footfree fence -- a multilingual giraffe grafting laughs from tumbling lips and tripping over telenovelas style whiles to wonder to wander through allusions and other words to herd enough who've heard enough and gather the goodness together

5 february

bad attitude and the sheep won't ride -- the coats won't dry and the dishes turn south -- route the boa constrictors into sideways angled lenses -- deep knee bends and disregard -- climb the steps and leave the yard: i don't know what i'm doing here and it's easy to fall off

4 february

staring off into the near distance -- the clear resistance wrapped tighter than freezer burn in unearned infamy -- the price we see with dawn uncommonly often and the interest that we never manage to earn -- 

3 february

It's so hard we say in sympathy in empathy we see the view we used to take with mistaken identities and freezing tracks collapsing in on our rooftops like drops of forgiveness for back talk and curtain calls we could not take ourselves

2 february

Just a few things to say here before the close the rose of comparison rises like wise conjecture the specter of some news that's already old growing colder as the wind picks up and scuffs the chutes that once led to ladders though all that now matters is the print left behind and the end rhymes tacked on as the last ditch try

1 february

staring down the calendar lens wends its worried way toward a date we can't turn down for hair washing and double flossing and hearing mama calling -- stalling does no good and the roads lead into the would