30 november

had the idea that it would feel like success but not so -- half blown back by internal attack and sideswiped by unhyped expectations -- creation of new terms and broken germs firing on all cylinders across synapses and brain collapses like happiness unbound and lost but not found -- 

29 november

because it's nearly impossible to tell how well we have played our hands how well we land with one eye shut and an extra ear closed indisposed to second guess but doubly blessed by the interest and also being left a loan that doesn't need to be repaid -- that made the lemonade shade a lot darker and cooler and sweet over tart -- 

28 november

thanks and discounts like loud hounds and uncertain calendars delivering shivers and concerns unearned but also maybe deserved just like desserts we hurt too much to eat while defeating such abandon we stand on no more toes

27 november

let's wrap this up and spill this cup of overflow undertow all along the garden path the bridle path the way the road away the trail we play hard to get found on that sounds on and off the map we collapse into like folds that cannot be turned right again

26 november

check that box and walk that talk on out of here with steered clear feelings and a reeling in too fine to figure and too boss to cross -- 

25 november

an invitation but the creation of a question i cannot answer means the chance you're wondering after is probably gone through the long way so a strong say in the return postage with most of the extension teaching a lesson you never learned the first time so hard to make the grade

24 november

tick the tockward slumber party alarm while the charm wears off and the steam heats up -- the empty cup offered and the nothing left to drink

23 november

somehow we're skipping through all the other pieces you wanted to sort but the line is short and we've got to pay cash too soon to work out the change so pick your lane and do not pass until the rain is gone or at least until it's dark - 

22 november

getting better is something overthere elsewise and worldwide away like playtime with no toys but noise and all the long lost alibis surprised to be called into question without mention of the future evidence past belief in the present relief pitching all the strikes we like to think we could handle plus a spare

21 november

stack it up and it's smaller than you think -- the links between are weaker and the cards too scattered to count -- no amount of sorting puts the files in sharper order at this point -- 

20 november

or you can decide to be alone which does not need to mean lonely although the mean is the average is the mode and the median values that vary as we carry our hearts out and smart mouth comments that run on ahead when we might as well have said please don't listen

19 november

we forget there is no right way -- only the one that's right and the one that's left -- long going and strung along like avocado renegades fading in and out of ripeness hyped up and undersold like undisclosed panorama jumping beans having seen it all once again before -- 

18 november

knock it out of the park and dark the dawning of the next new age unphased like a moon too full and wholesome to grow numb at the sight of blindness confined with an abundance of wonder -- unstrung and disconnected again -- 

17 november

it's the sounds of quiet that appeal the most -- the wind in the trees and through the grass, the gentle waves of the lake on the shore, the rustling leaves and creaking trunks -- the moon and stars, the thick wet clouds undone by light -- the time to sleep is near -- rocks and moss and mud -- 

16 november

collateral scattered all over the wall but the best call is to stick is to stay is to hold while the folding goes on and the rest sing songs of indecision and cold precision with hot abandon and troubles we planned on ending still pretending to count though we mount our strongest defenses with mentions of meatier matters scattering off our veggie friends to the far ends of the spectrum -- we'll collect them all together again in time for the next due course -- 

15 november

like a good effort gone stale gone failing down the street to meet a stranger instead of offending those lending words to the stream to the box to the fox we rocked so merrily as gone along strong arms cause alarm with charming reliability -- the file we see is half full because we can't take the rest

14 november

breathe deeper and slip sheepish shanks too shorn to tear torn-apart tamarind and mandarin like mandolin of jealousy played oversweet by the wrong brigade that cannot fade or ever fail as it lives in the house that slack billed

13 november

otherwise we might have to overthink it just a bit more with the raw score and other elements notwithstanding and not commanding more latitude though the attitude is breathless and refreshing like catching a cold and tossing it back -- 

12 november

clever like a dripper ripped from the seams unseen like the scene twice cut and left in under duress and in the flesh of an unexpected counter offer under the table and into the drink

11 november

with all respect due there are two truths for every true lie and the why we wherefore is much more than a hula hoop paratrooper might have leapt at though the laugh track just keeps rolling on -- 

10 november

but when we trace it back we find the laugh track counteracts the serious notes you thought you'd played out loud but too proud to be denied you ride again like horsemen to the foreground to the chips and dips apocalypse and straight on through to the pool -- foolish enough to cool your heels on a lighter stage to fail

9 november

pile it on and i'll be gone before it's over like clover finding a new leaf to turn over for four time and end rhyme that clings too close for enjambment and scans but too close for comfort and x-ray potential with hands full of see-through and complaints you have to give to transparency and comparison like the scare you bring to the getting done

8 november

so much more to say but torn away apart like sense departing on its own course with no cart but a horse galloping off ahead -- full steam instead of precision but not to water and never to drink -- or as far as we know, for now, which isn't all that far -- 

7 november

in seven to forty-eight months we must trust the changes will rearrange us and also we must track the course the horse we rode in on and long songs too far away to play the part we start to finish with the middle left to come -- 

6 november

still and all i call out sick and trick the tables two times too many and when we divide we split the lips and split tricks and jam too much for peanut butter hope like the rope meant to tie it all off but frayed not

5 november

but i remember that there were other names and more ideas that came before though storage fails and winter wails at fall forlorn and spring too far away to hear so nothing left to do but chill

4 november

ever after like laughter echoing from barrels full and rainy parades out of patience and on into hope but nope that's out too and while you think it through just go check the pantry and see can we get some refills to fit bills and fill buckets we tuck into with gusto and whatever we can find will yours to mine with hardly a scrap left to chance -- 

3 november

 as if choosing decaf could uptick the end of the world a little higher in the queue -- including ordering americano apocalypse or mocha armageddon. this is a latte, not a whole lot more. make a choice. move on.

2 november

food, we might say, connects us like the nexus of our own desires physical and emotional with a social pull toward happier times or occasional rhymes with sadness and the rejection thereof -- to climb above the below with a glow and a gleam -- more a fog or a steam with a sizzle and a bake that takes the cake or whips the cream and stuffs the filling in between where feelings might have otherwise been if we weren't so busy stuffing our faces with the good the erases all else and pops our health to a bottom shelf to come back to again later 

1 november

clever around a corner like a warning word and a dawning bird and a rise again to grace to face the opportunity to declare immunity and what's more the cure is apparent a parrot apart