30 september

boo like a whozit wherewithal and the call goes wild like mild sauce overdone and crumbled like rumpled stillowing renegades shady by comparison but wearing them well and to tell someone else's truth in the game of the youth while the rest of us dream on of eggs -- 

29 september

booked like a cookie and wound like an antelope ready to spring forth and fifth and steady on like a long gone triceratops mauling crops of corn and also candy of the seasonal varieties -- you've got to have a try at these -- but easy on the devastation -- sustainable instead ahead to avoid that old extinction scene where no one will be seen -- 

28 september

whatever the time we came through like a tunnel funneling through our cake we make mistakes and take them rake them over the coals and under the bridge like water we live beyond the ponds too round for certainty and trees to branched for hyperbole 

27 september

let us think on the lessons and cross the dimensions from laundry to quandary with a given toss for the dishwashed and the tangled potter with ceramic thumbs strung up by mismatch and uncatching enthusiasm for another archaic art recently departed like a carthorse overrun by apples criss crossed and sauced with the most noble intentions and the fence in front leaving only the gate behind to unwind and to swing as it please

26 september

rapidly evolving like a problem solving its question and forgetting to answer -- a dancer numble on stage and half-cast away before all the curtains come clean

25 september

to celebrate the fate of a tumbledown renegade saved and torn and turned like unearned granola and a bucket full of worry -- we hurry past the countertops and wish instead for waterweight to splash afar away

24 september

the attention undimensional and interdenominational a tricky pill to reflect as if collecting wasn't the goal didn't take hold of the mindset designed yet consequential like fundamental health and a wealth of opportunity in communities of simplicity all taking tea by the seaside and awaiting their ships to take gin -- 

23 september

remember to let the ink dry the dark surprise that cries out for reference -- the common sense that sets us back and takes quick stock of a watched potboil like a pigbelly stove undergrown and overwild like a style gone out of and a half left shoe

22 september

when the top of the page pops up there's a hop there's a roll lopped off from a butterfresh front and a bundle of joygo roundabout but the doubts creep up as the page grows on and the words in the brain stop short

21 september

there is talking but also doing and moving through to another self a separate shelf revisited and uplifted like an afghan or a quilt comfort spilt and sleep unwound like common ground on a quiet carpet stitched too tight to fray

20 september

wait until the water rises -- head over heels and twice as fresh as the next best bet in the last chance saloon meaning over the waning wax and the counterattacks from the lateral stage with a broken gauge and an ageless mettle too sharp to harp unstrung for long and too stale to keep the river running flat -- 

19 september

over the counter undercarriage bears in mind the swift twine that buys time and minds the shop while the kettle-popped corn rounds the corner market and parks it outside the shop we dropped in on like a long gone carrot patch with beans to match and a teepee three

18 september

either way i've played the field hockey renegade too long to fade at the sight of tennis balls -- let's call it love

17 september

a bit of a stretch but we catch ourselves waxing rhapsodic and catching the dog it meant to keep like leaps of faith-based initiatives giving what they've got to get it all back with the laugh track on mute and the heat set on low

16 september

remember the way the word won out and the doubts rose up like scuttled chipmunk chatter and a diamond dozen to boot in cahoots with the leaderboard remainders playing by the clock until a second comes around 

15 september

like a jackrabbit handmedown overgrown and undercooked crook or straight or welterweight like a pinball lizard out of sorts with the cohort and into a separate sort of piece like pie like wild like animals and cannon balls too late for the party but too early to call spades a night

14 september

easy as a picture like pretty as a pie running by the quarter hour and hanging south of carrot wise like tropes bespoke and pistols whipped like potatoes into known rows and likes waiting on delivery time

13 september

like a prizefighter undergrown and overworked like jerkstore candycorn and accidental misanthropes knowing the ropes and cutting the slack like a laughtrack carnival a heatmap merrygoround a smile a metaphor a signal and a petit four with less by which i did mean more

12 september

whenever the weather changes we aim to please to leave to catch and release like the chief occupation is consternation the rating of some separate outcome we can't run without and the doubts that we can manage enough to toughen the fall to soften the call we're waiting for but hope will never come

11 september

leaning up and over onward the forearms notwithstanding handing the classics over to the vintage modern stacks having relaxed the taxonomy so we can see the growth rolling over itself in health escapades that fade faster than fanfare and compare forgotten elements and select minerals at preordained intervals with a flame to blow out and a paint to face off against heading into fresh

10 september

let go the carrying the heavy the dark the deep the dusty aches and tired fears -- let go the worry of ot waking of mistaking the truth again and again in disguise as trials as errors comparing each step too far to carve up to rent out to lend sense and apology for knowledge we cannot help but fall to and crawl through there there be no destination

9 september

even the races run out although doubts never will and trout overspill their boundaries when the foundry's cooled and resources pooled but still not deep enough to get us everything we need -- 

8 september

a down wow from here high and mighty tired of the wobble the fumble the tried truths and the tired youth unable to keep up with its happenings and wonderwhy abandonment fears cheered on by insomnia and iridescent grief freeping in on the loudest of galoshes and quashing the calm we dreamed of only days ago and while the snow is freezing dark we stumble anyway on

7 september

even as the oddball out the doubts turn clear mean clean breaks like mistaken octopi running high and narrow through the straits and into curves blinded by not new and quiet rows held behind closed doors too often opened by mistake as breaking claims laylie so high and also into depth like rent having crept upward and misheard though observed closely in the mostly empty dark -- 

6 september

what about the leftovers the four clovers of the pocket chips the candle drips at both ends but depends upon its own edge to flip to clip off the fringes and linger longer than planned on while commands pour in from the rear front to double jump and triple check the singles night

5 september

whenever the weather wanes the season cains unmelodious to breeze through cottonwood forgiveness with the bigness of heart that leaves no stone to be desired -- 

4 september

wait until the plans scan, the meet goes over, the cows turn to motorcycles -- these are pieces we can do without and doubts that claim our safer selves like health we toast in roasted rhyme and careful chime along the road to supper

3 september

remember how the temperature rose how the clothes piled and the salsa mild mixed in its own defense paid rent and sold its ha'penny remembrances like last chances to overboil and spoiled resolution when the shutter didn't quite

2 september

easy as a viper piped in and tired out like grout in the fingerprints and sand between the toes indisposed in undisclosed locations as nations unite and untie and begin again like scandals in the hourglass and circumstance for tea

1 september

this is how it will be and the free documentation the vacation from the dark we parked around bright corners and light warmers like hazards flashing and doughnuts cashing in their chips for a partial eclipse and a half pack of gum