31 july

why like a broken balloon a punctured swoon swelling and spelling out the end of the scene we've seen coming for a long time but to unwind the clues is useless - the truth fits and the rest fails the slow wails of the weary waking while unsmiling and watching a clock ready finally to boil overboard - 

30 july

wrote the wrong month paid a rough check too many boxes away the dog has its day in courtyards and landslides and neverhide alarm clocks the detox of physics when the mountain opens wide -- 

29 july

standardized championed like the run around given and the mettle tested vested like an interest rate that dates itself twice in triplicate for hexagonal power and other madeup boosts that roost in the corners of our imaginations and change stations to head off the reals

28 july

weave it even and trim it odd like we've got all the time in the spare to room to board to hoard the sun and tune in later to check on the dark

27 july

correct in no assumptions but there's something to be said about unread messages and slapdash extras groaning under the wait and see or stand and deliver and a tiny shiver in between while the tables turn and the waves earn the right to decide if in wins or out tries or even still if it's tide

26 july

why the how can't we what where the who comes in like the swing of things and the curtain call like paper dolls who stayed out too late in the rain as the main story goes and the plot thickens up

25 july

when the totals come full up to the tops of the brackets there's a rack we can't stack with the bills filling up and spilling over like a cloverleaf orangutan dancing in the streets until meet and greet madness subsides and the rides all find a garage

24 july

when we bend we send angles to angels like faxes collapsing in sunbeams and deepknees the long and longing limbs turned in and stretching toward the light -- 

23 july

downward automation a vacation from control as the soul shuffles forward -- forearms and shinbones -- lonely in the field but outstanding in the water -- caught your glance in the checkout line and now i don't know what's yours and what's mine -- heading homeward soon

22 july

miles after happenstance the crickets chance upon a tune the moon can't get enough of can't call the bluff of and the wildhoney cloverpatch buzzes with the feeling of bright air bright life fresh stars

21 july

wild like a cannonball renegade waylaid by desire and inspired by whimsy by a shimmy shake cream cake perched on a close-in counter and mounted like rebellion swelling the ranks and filling the tanks for a last rush of freedom before the floods show

20 july

why four and not two like a shoe unwound untied and hied like a ho like a dairy-o bar full of shakes and quakes and attitude -- too rude to turn away when asked, too tired to seem overtasked before the whistle blows and grows twice as fast as wonder as the apple seeds its core -- 

19 july

rising like an early horizon cuckoo clock like a lockbox full of leavening of leaving and goodbyeing while the sighing lingers on in singing songs of major keys with half the please to mind the rest -- 

18 july

as if an explanation would help would keep the kelp off the shelf off the shore and more than likely a hike through the woulda coulda shoulda to the do

17 july

why and how and wherefore but what's more is the intake of the outweighted overlook cooked in the double boiler to overdone and undersung like a pancake wildflower towering over the edge like a ledger unkempt with redacted subtractions

16 july

laying low leads lines lazily astray as we pray on sunshine handmedowns all around like a la carte heart pumps and mind numbs too sudden to bear to wear and wash at any cost and terrified of stains -- 

15 july

styled like the advent of anarchy with turnkey precision and a backward glance to boot -- soothsaying and garden path laying all along the waterfront as the tide rolls up 

14 july

spillover honesty the drinks we see filling up the cup of what of else of otherwise with signs of regret too soon too swooning to notice the hocus pocus rigamarole we do to control our feelings steeling ourselves against the trance beyond the dance of niceties and on to something more -- 

13 july

surprise when the substitution rolls out and crosses doubt off the list like a mist like a vanishing act attracting ticket holders and unknown coders ready to underwrite the late at night noon glow diner into finer shades of chrome casting shadows pointing home

12 july

wild like a cucumber acre half staked for strawberries and half packed with pecks redressed and counterbeamed like cards again at twice the price like mice yet to fold and a tile still to grout

11 july

fireworks and undercards – a hard apple to core with a more than fair chance the rain will remain the key player on that main stage undergrade and overtime

10 july

where it all turns around spins down heats up and flies high enough to hang tough through visas and pita pockets unlocked and lettuce in while the feelawful bites spill out until tucked in with tahini

9 july

why and wherefore when what’s more is a sandy sigh and a wild waterfall type scene where meaning matters more than words and herding crocodiles is just one of many paths –

8 july

down the road again unloading crammed revelations and changing stations too worn to lock too late to clock and the trail still won’t go cold – rolled along before the preamble rambles up or the day has its say more than once –

7 july

doubled up and also down but it’s not over under the sky that we pointed out with shadowed cracks and expanding crevices that change our seats at discreet intervals for new views and longer roads exploding into color and then fading into clouds loud enough for explanation and fine enough to pay

6 july

why like a tunnel like a wide angle lens off the deep end and back around through true enough to the fact but not to the map and the collapsing economy of words gives way and plays again to our weaknesses and tickles our funny bones phoning home for a last ditch firework

5 july

in ponyland they’ll understand that some things can’t be helped although we’ll leave those on the back shelf for now and row another row to hoe to chaff to stray to buttonhole the argument in the pigeontoe department – out of step with the cardinal stares but beyond redemption  through the gliders and under fire with no sky left too bright to fall –

4 july

upside down is the way to be turned to burn off the unnecessary to figure which is which when all the calling cards have blown away have thrown down have called out like doubts like queries like serious contenders on benders too sharp to catch on at the right angle in a pleasant tangle we can’t do without but we can but the strands come unwound – lost and found like measuring cups spilling over and always forgetting to count the amounts and heed the ingredients so the outcome’s always different always stirred by a new wind in the deep end with the shallow lanes still just the same –

3 july

dry pond / baby bear / apostolic church of the lord jesus / farmer driving tractor gives you the nod / high voltage buzz

2 july

thank you for trying for siding clouds loud enough to sink the kitchen fail the mission and mix the metaphors in storage to come up with something previously unseen slightly ungreen and unclear which way to turn next but flipping to the index

1 july

try as you might brigade light waylaid on its path through waves and particles and sparkling blurs of indecision split the paint and call the frame like a picture made of fantasy of pure belief in a thing called faith