justwrite 7 september

now we are waiting for the other side of dates of months hunched over an operating system the disdain for pain felt by each aching penstroke i have hopes of another beginning over here after there and when the ice cream is all gone there are deep sighs there are trials tribulations vacations and surrogate elephants with all the eggs they can hatch

catching in and out and up again we climb trees we are freezing our smiles in summer styles for easy translation commitment with you in it and around again the laundry at this time in our lives we are ready for we are steady for adorable messages whispered into the brightening dark and the park where we enroll rolls over with seasons laughing with reasons we know not we throw bought kindness out and replace each face with a fresh chance the romance of the sweet corn amazing in its simplicity i give to you you give to me the peas and the carrots and we dot the ayes have it and we are all the majority we could want undaunted by commercials the theme music playing through our fingers and out our smiles our ears are tuned and our canoe floats through the moon and toward beyond tomorrow

justwrite 6 september

up in front of the clock we are tocking our talk so it won't run long along the tracks collecting the stacks of goods and services for which we paid while we stayed out of trouble we were searching the rubble for bricks but sticks were all we could break could find into stones and the bones of the matter flipped into cadaverous jawlines with the frauleins still serving from frothy pitchers i am not too sure about this keyboard so be warned about the futility of leaning into proclivity the rhymes won't chyme quite as brightly and i am spelling words notrightly but this too will passover like kosher macaroons with toffee crunch bunched into the middle of the aisle for ninety-nine cents and the past tense of the matter splatters longhandedly into the candidly undecided townhall the candidates brawling it all out in the middle of the circus with no rings all divorced of common sense of course the events telecast for payperview and it's true there were many their voices were plenty and the signs seemed fine until we read them closely mostly out of touch and out of sound the sights delighting in synesthesia and when i feed you muffins i am apologizing for the stuffing they have not got the spots having rotted out from the middle and they used to be blueberries but now they're just blue and you'll have to forgive the lack of flavor the bridge between now and then the empty cabins grabbing for your attention the fifth dimension jumping out of film and music we are grooving and we are losing touch with much of the idle idols of the past where have all the flours gone baked into cakes we can't take due to all the icing calls the hockey falls on its own skates making mistakes and supposing the rosiest riveters to be australian sheep dogs wandering into apartments too small for couches and a little tight for spouses but finding a sudden fit a snug bit of real estate to make the scene greener and such little inbetweener when you know what you want you must haunt it in your dreams and hunt it in between on green screens and blue prints adding up the colors by number and not by bank account but by overdrawn amounts of travel via eyescope eloping through the clouds never shrouded by sleep of the awake kind but enlightening lines of vision into collisions with beauty the duty of a thousand saints fainting in delight with flavors and sounds and when i turn up the volume you solve them all the puzzles nuzzling into my hand the pencil the pen the keys fall away and i wiggle my fingers triggering understanding in a distant manner the planners all full of other people's appointments but we we have our own time

justwrite 5 september delayo

in this world of ups and downs tired clowns drown in steps having leapt backward seven dollars in energy while the collard greens beet around the bush the lake the porch built for two no blowdryers through the tetherball thanks but the tank's refilled with mayflies in september leaping remembery into falls and marketed farmers warming into coffee into silkscreen folly a vintage trawling calling all hippies into cornfritter dreams on the rye streams of tricolor beans the buttermilk around every corner climbing every dogcat mountain and southin' slowly into the dark with muffins and category medleys freezing into pressed place a race to kenya a dairygoat backup and reverse packup picture show knowing there's more to come but easing reluctantly away back forth north

justwrite 4 september delayo

learning from turning right we are left again too bright after a night of rolling dreams spreading steam across cream cheese and film over flash a catch full of sound a garden growing coffee with smoke breaks on the take a vinyl holiday replying too late and reserving no reservations when the stations come in in auburn relief the waves saving women and their rights with thrifty leftovers and camerashop owners we are looking like two spoons in a pod hands in gps and dinner on the deck of a docked hill with an openspace cabin the only one to grab in this summer-ending frenzy the trend we shine toward a full moon on backroads hoed into sleepy rows with brushed teeth in rv relief a scene replete with arcadia and plans worth landing on beyond the thruway for today

justwrite 3 september delayo

depth of field yields high-impact traction the lacking locks have docked at the bay staying out of the way and playing the hayfields i have patience into the depth the green the blue out of the licensing bureau three drawers to the wind and the bringing of gelato the colors five and plenty and the fair means wheels within wheels stealing fat from the fry from the fire and expiring before the retirement parts its party ways in a pub bubble the trouble with HD is the freezing squeeze is too lens-y a frenzy for the chocolate class party a presentation with a loud designation of grapefruit and hazelnut a big house basically bent on dinner and irish fries with two options where one is new zealand and the other is pizza meeting the demands of a wooden ceiling too glass to pass over like an eggplant for romance

justwrite 2 september

an average of good and food spelled into backward songs will take too long to navigate so i'll borrow a computer and get back to ya later

we have leapt from the pages in stages fading faster than night than slightly-off pillows and cookie echoes we are eating omelets and we bet we better cheese our sandwiches check our computers at the universe the ultimate the cake taken the pictures baken out of chocolate milk spilled over a map collapsed over one route and two broken tires expiring in an earlier state too late for dinner too early for the fair but a wrongname switch stares into the moon full and swooning with trees crowded onto mountains like there's a fingerflood coming taking memories down the walking lane and ending up with a lightless cat and cork where it's at we'll leave it there and stop scratching the paper's itch with a loud twitchy pencil

justwrite 1 september

birthday can't hold a candle to this light this night is worth jumping over can i get a syllable or two from you to add in here and to steer forward into the islands there are seas and seasons and i have two reasons to want an extra there are seasonings wider than the aisle and i can not pass o'er like water like a blotter with no ink to drink no notes to be left cleft from the cheese sliced finely in divinely translucent windows the frames rearranging for multiple views and if i could choose i would not have to type so loudly so as to cloud the sleep from others