17 december

yet in the meantime the lights the music blew through us we trusted ourselves to imagine healths safer than wisdom the trimmer fits of wind and the wider twists of spin the cotton tails the winter whales of cotton bought and sold golden like nothing green can stay - easy days and fellow travelers nothing we can't kick if we lick those wounds and croon those songs together we weather the odds and corn those cobs even as the music gets conducted - odder than the evens are the stevedores - easily implored like so many dodges (artful or indifferent, helpful and melifluous - we are all the good we give, we are all the good we take) - let me bake mistakes from other ingredients and turn apart those pies - i've forgotten the lyrics to too many songs and nicked too many names - let's start again : i was born too ready to jump too ready to pump my hands in the air and cheer for others no one needs to be the martyr this time no one needs to force this rhyme but somehow it happens sometimes we're clapping our hands and another joins in suddenly unalone suddenly there's a stone or a broken glass i asked for that embarrassed together and a storm weather we're chameleons we're stealing the limelight and swirling it around scotching the tape these are the clues i'm using to truth it all together how do you feel about this how's this dish to be served up how's the twist reverse bluffed by the listener the glistening fault lines i feel fine and i'm making a fool of myself the wealth of opportunities spread themselves thin and yet onward cashing in sinking to swim and so much the richer with whynot to lose