27 february

writing the story as the words fall out the doubts come true
confidence makes itself / paper lines the shelf
let's all try again and spy against the wind for easy access parables
staring into disregard the hardscrabble sidewalk talks itself to the curb
let me have an ounce of stopandgo let me have a chance to play the show
over and over the reruns only / never original from the minute mistaken
let's shake hands in the air and pretend impunity
let's ride ships up the stairs and defeat bangedup tenderknees
we are the makers of our own life cycles
we are the riders of our speedy eye cycles
blinking as the day goes through the motions of convergence
they urge us to be vigilant, they ask us to be wild
let's all clap our fingertips and paint our salsas mild
we are open-ended and our wits are at the other end!
we are dark-eyed rivals for the fears our dreary fits pretend
the ingredients left out some of the story
the protracted angles and the calendarpage glory
i have cut my hair with no one looking
i have booked a flight to somewhere else
i am telling you how i feel in so many words
so. many. words.
let's keep our stories straight enough to rest upon in ease
a flow that brings the heart to take apart a cooldark cellar tour
to lift the floor and look beneath
to walk with balanced candle wreath atop a postured head
these are the answers but questions take their turn
easy as the summer sets the candles wicked burn