9 august

boomerang orangutangy orange juice up and sloshing down -- back again to the deep knee bends of undependable priorities -- the more we freeze our hopes in place the less the stars fill outer space -- create your own -- collect all twelve -- the cadillac of inconsistencies swerves grandly on an avenue bordered with salvation and heartlorn renderings of the future mightbes -- wristwatch collectivists take the risks and give us their seconds -- still I cannot hold a hand