12 january

why wait why set aside time when the clock strikes faster as the list grows long? there are times but not much as the days lose touch and the minutes disappear -- even seconds filter finishes and mishmash candles melt when the value is invisible and there's nothing to be felt: where have all the reasons gone? where's the wonderwhy? brilliant gone and cut too soon -- lost star from the sky / even as the tumbledown rigamarole trickles pickles in the potted plants -- who chances such a schedule? who worries thoughts like those? suppose the fade continues and the lake swallows one whole or two swollen dreams three screams forward and five bored days a week seeking escape to take the cake to live in the house that jack built where this means nothing and more or less is another guess: to start afresh is an easier mess to scramble -- the tastier eggs to ramble from and crumble numb toes too tightly tied to run from to hum bumblebees to sleep while the deep end fills and the shallow splash about (don't doubt they mean well -- they can't spell but they do their best, they pass the tests and play the pipes along the nights as rats follow them home! the rolling stones and moss and all will follow up the curtain calls as we will slip away!) fade to green and flash to blue the sky a trial run with crew and set amazing yet the mountains last to rise : expected yet surprising nonetheless an easy guess to crash the clouds as loud as any earthy face should open the sun in yawning fun a laughing run toward spring where anything looks better and the weather might as well though it's always hard to tell how the parking lots get caught up in the mild higher climates / i will cast my lot and find it though it's hard to see what's hooked and while any cook could do it i must say that raw might fly