14 december

in the meantime the green rhymes mark their thoughts down in round rows and count crows (none the richer for the practice, none the wiser for the mattress where they sleep in deep contemplation of a maybe-later nation where they'll maybe-someday wake up and they'll maybe thenday take up shelf space -- a saving grace note of hocus pocus reality we plainly see in take-off mode) let's explode the ground floor models, coddling opportunities and practicing immunities (achoo and you, it's me, it's me) we plainly freeze ourselves in contemplation of repeat and lather those easygo matters of losing focus and are we there again is the sentence running on ? with occasional punctuation but little to recommend itself to end itself on dependent clauses? i'm lost in a closet of too-unfitting clothes and the door seems stuck but the buck isn't stopping and the frog keeps hopping so no kisses here just a coast unclear and a foggy eight ball/ calling all taxi cabs with drab exteriors and monologues inferior in standard deviations (the constant conversations of incessant reservations) we're making hesitations out of awkward interventions but the market can't be bought and the lessons can't be taught when nobody's in the listening nobody conversates with the filled-up ears we're all too busy hearing ourselves we're all too looking down for the stand-up kids for the what's next crew and the who-else truths in the where-now bends of the runalong stream / gleaming as the cotton picks licks of sticky sugar from its manufactured tongue / unstrung from confusion and tossed into a hopeful strand of sweet imagined dream / taunting self and twisting health into the challenge unraveling before and into against the prepositions into the mission : onward co-conspirators, traveling alone