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