30 june

waiting for what to be over but no check to run no sign it's done but the ache that takes apart and the heart heavy curtain certaining the signs like a mine field that can't be owned -- the stepping stones to elsewhere and no caring how the rest plays out

29 june

and when space runs out chase the doubts around the corner and mourn her steps that kept apart hearts beaten by discreet meetings and sadfaced tambourines -- the means to an end all callout and the doubts we left for dessert

28 june

have a plan and scan the bar scene for a code meaning its own reward is self-scored like a hardcore renegade glass of broken lemonade ready to conspire on the causes of retirement while we've all spent our present tenses shifting into past

27 june

no time to unwind the designs that remind us of our former selves -- drink us to each other's healths like so many stale alarm clocks right just once a day with a taste for noodles and expensive fruit -- we show ourselves the door before the rest can point the way --

26 june

there's no room to tune into and the market's still parked close enough to the road to mow over with disregard and a hardwon right to be left alone --

25 june

all along the fencepost the way most roads get built is the spillover happenstance of a river running out of bounds like a ground that streams or a dam that wells like the swells down on front street and the discreet treats all left behind when the circus packs its tents and rents the next stretch of highway on the way to otherwhen and heading for the else

24 june

something like an echo but when we go quiet there is nothing that follows that swallows the gulp that took down the underground hope choked on its own diet of try it and see with the disregard of hardened disappointment too long gone to sing along with any of the right words heard in some maybe once dream