4 august

i am writing the script myself but sometimes i forget the words
there are herds of hearings but the listening created pre-dates the scene
meaning well there are fell swoops and monkey whoops swinging through the canopy
we bloom and we are planted and these are all the facts
tracks and fields and high-yield destinies
we please the court we sort our sentences into diagrammed scandals
tripping through the sand the beach the reach of all compasses
dismiss the distemper and fill the sails
never failing to whale the words in absurd harmonies the please thanks you
our damp clothes wiping the table
unable to stay full and capture the mirror's weight
stating for the record around around around
we are drowning in inaction but the motion goes too fast
hold your hand while i rest your head
instead of sense there is sensibility
and other classics waiting on the shelves