28 october

read while the fire goes out i'm doubting you can hear me but the tires spin around and the planes above the ground rattle scandals as the towns turn tail and run -- the sun calling dark secrets out and the moon shouting for attention in starry-eyed dementia (who you are and why you're there are two more questions than i've got answers for, to tell the truth-- never to lie, if a pie's to be made and the cradle's to rock-- the flappers will talk and the walls will have ears they cannot hide// from the out, i see inside with the pig-tailed bounty hunters and the sideways glance romancers// we are all the cattle callers, we are all the answer-givers// let me tell the stories when the once-upon-a-times out and the buzzard lands at half-time in a full-court press to ask what's next (i have no answers): the dancers all have moves and the music takes its toll// the bell rings out for someone and the island's not for thee -- no man, no man, no man : we are the destroyers of the void, the authors of allusion and the truths that set us freezing, the gasps that leave us heaving, heavy with hope and promises (i want all of this and more) (please to leave open the refridgerator door): i forgot to make my picks again, i left off all those tricks again and these are the things i can do with out (i'm talking to you) (come on) as november comes to season the novel ideas i'm fearless without reason and i'm senseless without time// i'm waving to the smile carved caramel my way today curled in a curve to go a flavor to savor to carry for later whenever such fever won't break