justwrite 6 january

ice that cake with a shovel pretty as a church in a lake my sake and your sides splitting with all the hairs chairing the committee on unending stupendous encouragement what we meant to say was i love you and all the together the weather forgot short nails and cottontails hopping on down to polish the jolly holidays the merry craze of icy phases depending on the time and temp the buses meant to carry on ought to string along a few fools for a ride to hide inside and under the covers or make all the cookies in translated bliss twisting sweet words from lips smiling in style with pizza sauce and crossing all the eyes and doting on teas just a treasure to measure and all the stubby little colors crayon their way into tomorrow and whether or not i turn the page you keep on drawing with lines and cards and purple harold singing through a book that's its own reward its own chore of pages to turn and to earn their staffs their flags their halfmast pantyhose the glowing rose of milady's favorite sweatshirt the poppyseeds stuck between her teeth releasing a sense of humanity the transformers disguising the horizon as possible as passable to beyond and i'll abscond with those blinders and i won't be wearing them either