29 february

leap ahead instead of slipping back of keeping track past the last go round with unfounded worries and ridiculous fits that bits of dust should knock over but still powering glowering anger to tangle the danger and blast it in a furnace too often unrehearsed and at play on and on -- 

28 february

where we are and were preferred to show up to grow luck in its own four square post bed haste garden party and a starter out for more than just a hand grenade

27 february

ready to jump to pump up the rope and hope against scenery that we can see our reflections in the collection plate -- a twist of fate that ties our thoughts in knots and leaves us on to boil -- 

26 february

can't tell why i fell out of step but i've kept track of the wrong count the right beat to greet offhand but demanding chances right and back the tact to know better but the sill still to melt

25 february

like an updown merrygoround spycraft giraffe with a side of horseradish candyfloss to toss the beans and spill the soup -- routes and bridges underway while all the nannygoats have their day

24 february

sleepier than slippery and slipshod ramrod rigmarole out of control and under the weather like heathergray chamomile with time for another cup -- 

23 february

where we stand and how we land are two different matters -- two darker batters scrambled in the same pan like demanding eggshells that can't tell their way across the road

22 february

just a quiet riot and no one else at home to comb the hare or the tortoiseshell eyeglasses -- straight fashion sensed with the nose but disposed to put away the rest with the cheese that turned and the dog that earned its way into some other kind of house -- 

21 february

catch and release the geese from the henhouse crossed cows and a barnyard squall catching all by surprise and rising out of the troughs to kick off the wonder plundering calories from gumdrop trees and candy lane address books -- 

20 february

hope your day is paved is saved like a wavy biscuit flour empowered to scowl backward down the track while the crack opens up and we all tumble in

19 february

too tall to be so short with anyone -- with telltale buns and hamburger menus and hotdog fields like dinner rolls beholden to olden time sand traditional rhymes aligned with quality expectations -- the league of nations and also excuses while feeling useless and fueling the nowhere-headed train of wrecks and expectations --

18 february

take the breath and let it go again -- a strand of care with hair twisted braidwild and unwound like underground impatience bubbling up to high enough light brigades to have lemonade made shade displayed in the pony club fairground picnic park stark raving like a price saving coupon for grace and indecision on collision courses among the horses that left their stakes in the barn

17 february

although not simultaneously we remain to see our days outstretched our minds out to catch a glimpse of limp through the whole way and mean as the scene goes dark as lancelot

16 february

like a friend to lend a dollar collared shirt white and bone dry while trying to stave off the later cough and the easy wheeze too breezy for forgiveness and no cleaner than the suit -- 

15 february

along the way we played the field and yielded opportunities for immunity at intermittent moments like donuts out of oil spoiling in uncertain shapes and gaping as the hole thing unravels and travels back to start once again -- 

14 february

all the chips down and ground roundtable decisions to a halt worth its salt in gold with oldfashioned cash on hand and time to make the bed although instead we go in a new direction like course correction

13 february

crushed mush fried inside an unrestrained brain untrained and unused to the truth of the matter scattered and awake to the breaking point and disjointed out of sorts

12 february

stop the pass to bounce to just make the best of a scene we saw before -- we clawed the shore beneath our nails to pull the ocean back and stack the waves against the wind -- 

11 february

but with no cheese we breeze by like blocks like clockheads with four arms and no legs the wiser to surprise her and his pairs while nowhere is the contrast more apparent than the shore thing lined up on the coast -- 

10 february

like a paisley duvet way out of shape but resting assured like wordy mouthfuls at a baked potato bar -- far enough for consideration but close enough for carbs

9 february

rapport or more likely a fumble of tumbles too flaky to make the grade and too wide to load in the rogue wave drawer stored up with the rickrack or wreckage unhinged by the fringes of speculation still in search of a destination -- 

8 february

where we left off is a scoff and a skip with a sideways drip of yesterday's caramel well into the sunset and well enough alone having grown warn and weary and bleary in tooth and long of jaw like a claw unclipped and a toe undipped in the cooler water of another shore

7 february

roll the dice and tip the mice cart before the apples start to fall and we call our seasons out of rhyme to chime the Alabama count and turn the rolling tide --

6 february

let us take our own turns and earn some new reward for scores unfounded and heads unpounded by moral dilemmas or sheet cake with crema-inspired frosting to be lost in like so many alligator swamplands as the dogs all have their tea --

5 february

too much of a dose for comatose reflection though the direction is clear is sound is well rounded and up to the right decimal -- 

4 february

delete the seat and see if they'll stand for it landed and gentry asunder with blundering bus and thundering herds having explored the savage reaches the internet teaches us about in hushed font like a burbling font of secrets that we get through the wall cracks when we sleep

3 february

wary the traveler and deep the sleep that meet on a cool night slipped like silver slides and merrygo rides back to the cobbler's bench apace and back in time for fruit

2 february

these are the endless gloats the chance remotes cannot have changed the channels deep enough to claim minds or end ties that bind the lines in the sand drawn under command of the red king the white queen and a jack rabbit in between two hopped up to know the difference

1 february

warm the scenes in between with kindness blind to self and open healthy channels paneled like wallpaper disregard and cards painted sweet with love and color words and butterfly surprise flowers calling out the quarters through a green and cloudy sky