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