2 april

in the meantime there's no use holding breath
a calendar like a colander full of holey days
wait until the sun shines
wait until the time changes
wait until the pages run out
drained through the usefulness
bliss to be sought / blisters bought
soled and souled and sold on some sinister market
parked down and swallowed up
giant cups of hopeful helpful
pouring boring minutes out of space
these are the times and angles to embrace!
waiting in the line for the otherwise somethingnew
arguing against infinity?
onward in discovery
the play the thing the ring of it sounds true
this time around i think i'll
while ticking away the day goes done
dark too soon and cold like a moony vacancy
jealous relish spreading despite denial
want that haunt that opportunity
even in dreams the scenes play through
calling out a name i've never known
seek keep going throwing off tracks
weighted down by underground expectations
just about time to pack those bags
just about why to answer for no reason
seasons change and rearrange hopes
i'm not waiting for a hand and what would i do if given
the drivenaway punch lunches in familiar company
shaking heads in the no thanks tanks full of more the same
come again there is no again
come to pass there is only same or else
seek with eyes open through hopeful thrift
saving spoons and rescuing possibility
listen how i feel i cannot say
words explode exploring chances
dance on the edge of whatnow