justwrite 20 september

when you meet the wall you fall all out of sorts and your cohort has long since minced all the words fit to sprint toward you have been warned and warmed and the latter is better your sweater is neat enough but where have all your shoes gone are you interested in stock in socks because if i don't mind telling you i have some ideas i have a hat and it has gone on ahead i am laughing at my unintentional hilarity and beside that i have a cat but he is not yet named the shamed fact of it is he is not yet he is just a guess of a future and by the byline it is mine it is twined time in my head the communications unsaid but ingrown and thrown out by intelligence as garbled barbed wire the fire has been lit and there is smoke

justwrite 19 september

stalling out without doubt into the troutstream upside down a team dream cheering the best part of waking out and walking up the depth of field and the woe betide rides again we are hoping that they'll win we have no vested interest either way we hope they lose we can be swayed we love that team we would name our children after them and their children we will always eat our popcorn on the left side of our mouths after halftime when the tickets are taken we fake each other out before dashing to our seats the last one there buys the soft pretzels and it is all for the team we dawdle between commercials at home we never miss a replay we point at it and say did you see that do you see where yes yes we tell each other what the commentators are about to say before they say it and then we say did you see that and i just said that but we should be the ones making the money we should be the ones buzzing the honey we are doing our best and if the team could do a little better we would make all sorts of promises come true we would clean the garage and bake that endless course fancy dinner or clear the desk we would scrub the shower if only the points would at least double and maybe the other team just goes out to get some lottery tickets instead it's an even chance we'll be here again next time we love this team they love us we are the players of games and we pay the same

justwrite 18 september

hey i hear you calling stalling out in the underground the route less taken the shaken less baken and all the little chickens go home for supper which is scattered across the floor a mess or more delicious rest of the day could not be foreseen and when i look up i see you are having a time you are keying those rhymes into the board and the soup sopping up the top of your lip drips into a wild smile hiding from lemons and whipped cream heaven to the uninsured the soft green of a shirt that works overtime that does its fine and pays its jail failing health is not to be sneezed at and the cat into the bag is a tougher trick than a lick on the old carnival pop a top-notch dollar with floods under the collar for all the callers are leaving messages these days all the bandits are having their ways with the upstairs citizens and we are down below we are up in the count and any amount will have to cover it will shove and buffer it with pancakes no mistake there no fine cake bearing intentional congratulations the fascination with major keys and minor chords the gored handkerchief regrets the bets that have paid off and on the floor you are making a stand a command performance seated before the colors and turning all the notes into rote memory so i can play them in my mind any time my fingers go like this

justwrite 17 september

following the calling the birds herd into an unheard-of pattern the lantern tilting slightly to spill lightning bugs all over the view the landscape who ought to be a what but objects slightly to being objectified hides in the shadows and wonders where the swallows fly the trained eye sees the symbols but the crashing is much too loud and the volume comes down and down another round of scattered glories and the worries all get washed away like gray in the laundry appearing where once there was white or at least cream but in between the spinnings and the rinsings the thin things have grown holey and the marco-polo scolding of the upstairs children has got to come down has got has ought has aught got not where the others have some but the pudding's too thick and the porridge won't stick to anyone's bones if you ask me it's a tragedy the way that the meat comes first an unrehearsed apology i am telling me and yelling you backward into the past but forward we cast our glances the trances of accidental attention we are at our desks and next the scene changes the war wages on in search of wages of an equitable sort the court of last resort having turned to torte law a raspberry cream dreaming of leaves and teacups the cusp of an invention at the bottom of the to-do list whisked away like caramel twisting up a dimple and into surprise

justwrite 16 september

coffee table storms the snores ignores the stores chloroforms the norms and performs invasive surgery the place we see our answers kept locked up and docked clockingly a rockabilly beat in the heat of the moment the postponement of the interview the truth we seek and find behind the cabinet a rabbit hit by a rare bit of inspiration our destinations notwithstanding yeswithoutsitting transmitting a high frequency state the affairs too late to disprove in caffeine fancy the trance three sheets to the people the banging clanging up the kitchen with roethke's mission unwaltzed just halted in tumult and tomatoed in adjectives the big enough batch of cookies unbaked mistaken and quaking in their blue ceramic bowl lording over the leftovers for the refrigerator reach-in preaching the best is yet to come the song is yet unsung like an alabaster disaster the mold cracking faster than the statue can form warming in the grecian sun to earn an urn to churn with indecision i am whistling and the song is long we will meet again eat no meat again and a scan of the far-off is less clear than the internal yearning the fascination with radiation and the less left behind having rhymed out of time out of step with the rest of the harmony which meant to seem more accessible but the message full and hearty got packed into a can of green beans which you ought to have for dinner but any beginner knows pizza's more likely and a salad's more sprightly on the extra-innings fork

justwrite 15 september

no way man can walk backward can go forward into the wilderness the bliss of creaky streams the flipside of a sunday dream the panorama the pajama muffins stuffed full of berries carried on by fairies and other similar imps the last with a limp twisting his lip upward in a friendly warning scorning all takers and faking out bakers who compose with pens whose deep-knee bends lend gravity to any situation the depth of imagination forgoing frustration and plunging into a lunge the exercise reference notwithstanding a command performance an earth-saving tortoise and his leather-backed friends pretending to be confined to the sea but easily overcoming any number of obstacles like grape and orange popsicles dropping in unexpectedly like a storm of jell-o like the fellow travelers adding up the negatives and letting the positives apologize with sighing eyes the complete surprise of separation the sunrise over desolation the promise of compromise and when the size is lost in the undertow the nails will not be polished the varnish will vanish in transit and the overhead screens will seem less than texas in comparison the view having changed and the knees rearranged with subtle geometry the lining up of subsequent t's and the trap that collapsing your calendar engenders the danger of strangers and the wages of spin with the recycling bin caving in beside me while the angle seems a little obtuse there's no use in trying to forgo the only show on the road better to explode a potato than reload a grenade to pay out in spades what you bought in hearts and if the chart's any measure there's no leisure in such a club no diamond worth relying on just a bygone ferrier drifting with an undersized terrier on board

justwrite 14 september

we crane our necks toward what's next there are many declarative statements in the way the rent's paid that's what i always say and to play the field is to yield questions although lessons notwithstanding the command of the language i have is not to be scorned just warned against overindulgence the sandwiches i eat are full of lettuce and expectation when will i will we ever can we have the chance to and the dance i hope you do is the karaoke flu spreading soundlessly out of bounds and under control when we sit quietly our riotous thoughts caught off-guard are slammed hard against the edges driving wedges between our toes and fluffing up the nails the paint stale and shiny like cottoncandy lipgloss from last year's fair i am more than reasonable but the leaves are turning earlier than ever and the hand i'm holding is achingly beautiful in a cliched way to say the least to blog the feast and the feats of defeat and the strength of the feet running away in unmatched boots we are ready to take a deep breath but there's only one left and please i insist although you resist we are considering the caffeine we have no idea what forever means but the scenes we're setting seem quite fetching like a bone sailing through the air into happydog teeth the relief of the fall and the catch and the match where what's left is all right