31 december

take credit where it's duty bound to be fund unquestioning like lessons we should have learned in unearned misenchance and other happendance makeupry the way we see ourselves through the challenge that carries us on and up and out and over through the way you once knew the phone number of everyone who mattered but now you are scattered like so many paperclip molecules with fools for brains and eyes for only the drama of covalent bonding haunting every dialogue and moonlighting the credits

30 december

pillowtop dragonboat floats higher than banana republic pretensions with more than unmentionable bits to eclipse the standards of decency from sea to sea and far beyond long gone ago and back keeping track of irresistible designs refined like sugar and jammed like crepes too early to the party to knock or think it necessary --

29 december

while the styles pile up take time to save to play the waves incessant and drop the bits unpleasant into a well untapped collapsed into oblivion -- the treasons of the certainty unbound and facts unfounded while the dog has its day and also the goat's with remote hopes of doubling down around the edges and hedging bets about having the cat's day and the bird's play while the plan percolates and still waits for the right time to hatch -- pull the catch and crawl the space to erase some other theories because where is better matters more than rathernot and hopefulbut

28 december

if you're going to sit and watch i'll match the syllables to your deliverables and rhyme the time sun shines aloud to allow the next turn the next earned exit onto a merge into an urge to be free to find what nobody knows to look for and what's more to point out inconsistencies and resist the pleas of discontent to cement a firmer foundation with the creation of a dark cloud too crowded with lightning to lighten up in anything but the least literal sense while the wrench in the plan gets thrown and it all rains down after all

27 december

laugh and the traffic claps too loud to shroud the certainty to dip the triple crown in doublestuffed single malted milk balls called by another name and claiming to be certain while hurting from dark parked too long against the sun

26 december

even as the odd one's out the doubts pile up miles high and try doubletime to rhyme the imagination with a conversation that starts too soon and runs too long beyond the scope of meaning --

25 december

as the time chimes double clocked and half locked like a whistlestop hand grenade we've got the play to thing, the vote to swing, and all the cows to call home -- the chickens, too, and all the blue rivers shivering with anticipation of running into each other gain while i am lost and bought like rhymes too cheap to keep and too unnecessary to continue -- 

24 december

but when it is quiet the dark is loud and the fill rushes in to thin applause and no approval like the removal of chimes untimely and premeditated set to ring when the wind blows back the laugh track and the tables turn from red to black --  

23 december

like ticking the tock block rockstar chock full of fast cars and cinnamon dreams across the screens and through the scenes of retrograde amnesia to please you and your infamy as we can see all spread about and sprouting like so much alfalfa going to steed to need the next cure

22 december

i cannot remember the full list but it was longer than this and the ideas were much stronger but all the bullet points riddled the page with questions and lessons unlearned and paychecks unearned and no one with time to ask extras -- 

21 december

drop the strop the hot shaven drip strap bootleg up and a leftover truck overhauled and undergone too long to know the score and too fast to last past the introductory paragraph paper diagrams clammed up like disregard over easy like peas in a potting shed led to believe they had to shell out or doubt their senses moving forward into the plot

20 december

couldn't find the time to rhyme backward but tracked topdown to drown the the chase with laced rabbits and kicked habits and tunes too loose to pull from that jukebox marmalade fair of steel guitars and rattletrap shortstack romance -- 

19 december

there is another side but i cannot find the door and what's more there is no handle to turn no turn to handle -- 

18 december

runaway like a tried troubadour more or less at a loss too tossedsalad to matter in a ballad kind of manner with the stammer of a thousand rounds in and out of conscience off and up the mast --

17 december

i wanted to call but then it was too heavy to pick up to duck the goose to loose the pooch from the pound a heavy wave to swim against to feel the chance slipping away like fading glory a story with missing parts and uneven darts all designed to align with some still unknown target too hard to get and play along while stronger winds prevail and planes fail to ring

16 december

and then someone tells you that you need to snap out and pick up and take off but that is not the nearer mirror to see by we i have to say no way to be clearer to fear stirs of conscience and common sense like renegade papayas crowding the produce aisle like the style of ten thousand olive branches catching light off guard -- 

15 december

push back and retract like a counter intelligence menace springing like a daylight saving black friday buffet on clearance too near its own limits to save room for breadsticks or instead of this some other way to power forward motion as the bottom falls out and the wheels roll away -- 

14 december

give up and roll over like a clover field of too few leaves and not enough to turn like fresh bets and guesses wrested from the rest of the development we might have meant to carry through though now we just cannot

13 december

afterward we will report the facts as they might have been with a spin of uncertainty in the face of time passing and the laugh gassing as the tooth comes out --

12 december

again the end the bend in the road the load less heavy shoved under the overpass and unto the grass that could have been a lawn a loan a leftalone cornflake sweet potato muffin with the stuff in the middle all gone and the song too short on tune -- 

11 december

underneath it is harder to say to stay to play along to sing the wrong words in absurd batching and gathered snatches of notes someone wrote on the underside of the lid too hidden to pull it off -- 

10 december

which would be the last time we had to have that conversation the consternation notwithstanding and still demanding a better resolution -- 

9 december

remember when i knew better and had other steps to take no slice to cake and no cat to walk remember the talk of some other echo we could not sleep without?

8 december

but when we look back we cannot count the steps it took to look both ways apart from the steps to cross and if we last count the total amount might not matter as much and as such it might start to subtract

7 december

and anyway it's not much farther though we turn back a thousand times in our minds and strike missed matches to light the view to see through a new and different angle -- we tangle ourselves in our shelves and we take away the opportunity to reassemble narratives without comparative echoes or underscored footnotes we can't hope to go without -- the doubts of a thousand references incited to cite more -- 

6 december

forget the date the wait uncertain to turn into a second guess while the mess unravels and the news travels doubletime underground around the clock and through the night across the sea from me to me

5 december

stop falling and call out the carpet red or hot or pot calling kettle for tea and soup and loops of paper chain waiting all the way until next and still best of all the wall still holds up despite the roof taking off

4 december

almost there but hard to tell exactly which way is up when left is behind and rewinding is undone is unsung like a voiceless herd the zero carried one oh one more to score in binary and finally the totally will run out 

3 december

pile it on like armor insulation installed and waiting for some other season some halfway reason to come clean or to turn dark and the park is not the way to get there -- a path squared that still circles back --

2 december

somewhere along the way the place renamed the change drapes the blinds unkindly shattered by intelligence the recompense for a thousand windy nights and motorbikes and paths of most resistance constantly presented through unrelenting hourglasses and purged caches and halfhearted ginger ale sighs

1 december

let go and show a different hand -- a tired band of indecision split and shuffled like a collect call deck swept by storms and also regulation -- clear stagnation and circumstances we haven't had the chance to clear