20 december

ready set and betting on ten minutes for the win spit back as the track lacks traction i'm collapsing the mug idea as one goes missing it's spaghetti-uh-oh and nobody knows what happened to the other (and who to ask?) an errant task gone wrong/ too strong a listener to bluff/ to wild a broken heart to stuff in the sack -- crackalack shattered glass and sorrowful apologies (guilt tripping over) red rover singalongs and this is where the chords go wrong: where was that field i was talking about before? where were those circumstances laid out by that door - remember when it opened and we thought we meant goodbye? always room for pie but i never clean my plate / always room for time and there's always another date to expand into to remand those few priorities truths and hopedfor exploratory strands - hand it to you (gotta) you oughta know - that easy flow (you know what i mean) those simpleso scenes that play out onward - scriptless but onboard : cue the alarm clock ignoring and forward the forgetting of other key facts : let's collapse a few key points but i'd never ever disjoint a delicious strand of uncovery the brass tracks and other bits the informing pieces and looks and seeings how it all fits (i could have danced all night/ and other songs) colors that i've been looking for and twists i can't explain / the package - no label - remains unjudged - the budge (no budget) unpushed, a mushed-up oooo and ahh of yesplease whynot where the snip is hard to clip and the scene is tough to truncate the wait is yet a wonder and there's nothing still that's known just some guesses and clue-stranding and vague missions all their own