3 march

in terms of goals the whole swallows the part every once in a while and a cheshire smile giggles while it glugs hugging the limbs in a deep dark tree breezy in the toppermost while the rest a ghost and the sleepless blunders wonder their way through obscurity to accomplish meant-for-others tasks while basking in the hoped-for glow -- to throw over the rest and test ends: split the difference and focus on the little, spit to whittle the thistle from the middle up, cupping hands over ears to hear the ocean whispering devotional hymns to bette and get born while jet speed overweeds the garden and hardens resolve to revolve the motion the earth the birth of a new deal and we feel these truths to be self-evident: i meant to leave a note -- i wrote it out and all -- but stalling on delivery just left me weak and quivering like arrows too broken to discuss (who else is gonna give you -- that's me again, me a culpa fulla injury) -- let's rustle up the regrets and catch what we can -- i'm standard issue in this department, green in the disposition and lily in the liver -- shivered timbers and sailing away: tom waits for not many and can we make more? can we score points to disjoint the script from those scenes we've seen play out in imagined ignominy and other despondency? away we're already gone and the song doesn't matter the parts don't patter the pits don't rattle the writs the habeas corpses of trees and fleeing as we fly glancing back will we track anything will we return to early earnings will we chart parts or holes to trip through the blue-eyed william carlos williams poem you knowem and you seeem but to breathe and to believe better is why to wake up and make up possibility and so we beat on like gatsby and catch we our wind