21 december

at the top of the list the slipped disc trips into the right track and counteracts the balance beam -- an easy scene to steam open with the curtains all flapping free -- the breeze too treasonous to tell, the stories to freezing to carousel along the delayed lines of inquiry -- the worry-free shoppers, the corny old poppers with the ears in a twist (risk is a game and also the answer) (takes one to know one but let's not be dancers) even as the microwave go macro there's a whole lot of cheese that's waiting its turn as the world spurns opportunity and turns to soaps binging on episodes and overloading hope with the dopey block of anything else -- our greater selves and awkward elves all shuffled in with the same closets depositing dicussions (to invite or not as the clock ticks tockward and the lists are not to-done) we are strung along like lanterns paper with enchantment and lit from hopeful sparks -- there are childish imaginings, easy strums of tragedy on sideways commercial breaks, but we fake out our attention and we focus on the vaseline-bleared scenes : this is what we'd like to see, the airbrushed view, the skin and teeth who have never imagined imperfection, no other direction but clearly straight -- the wait and the wonder, the trip and the blunder -- we are out and we are in, we are sinking as we swim -- let me admit i am distracted, let me say my mind's contracted around one thing and one sting operation to be carried out for the answer but the dancing around is far more profound of an opportunity and if you ask me -- although really, who would? -- it'd be far more good to keep that center and shatter the rest to stress those tests to keep the tasty and tilt the whirl to swirl the shake-off cake down (more as we follow along - for now, it's easy eyes down and locking stocking barrels as the pieces get rearranged)