29 december

even as the odds number their favors in order the short cooks and the longjohns josh about touting their good fortunes with cookies and assorted sayings waving their flags and dragging their notes in four-four time : we are the rhymers of the ancients, the mariners of the faint sprints ! let's begin again. tired legs and weary dregs of accomplished day played out with spilled dirt and worked-though brewings - spewing perplexion and misdirection (which way to turn the hopeful glance / which where to worry the backward chance) even as the packages won't post, even as the rye won't wheat toast -- tomorrow is another calendar, tomorrow is another possibility for paving stones zoning through plans scandalizing with their hopeful nostalgia (twisting from the present even as it becomes less than future) -- and yet what of the story to be told : the midnight ride of notquite no -- the laterday brunch and the branching to follow / even as fiction is better to trend toward in the disregarded reality with all the whatifs politely patted on the head and sent instead to bed without supperly pleasure -- no measure for those margins enlarged in the realer sense -- and what of that bench deep with other plans, scanned to find rows lined with work to-do's and video ooo's with slideshow truths to be found... allaround the maybenext bush, monkey chases beagle : hms and what's next for darwin easily regarded on survival of the tastiest float to appear in the morning sky - kitebright wild and easygo fresh