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