30 september

imagine i caught up and thought through all these truths i meant to own rather loaning them out to doubts unhinged by time and rusted through the line charts like lonely hearts on a sitcom romp with time left for the ads

29 september

counting back and down and up like timezones unhinged and binging on unrequited digits like the fidget between calm and queasy too easy for a simple explanation so ongoing conversation must be halted til we've salted the earth and roasted the sky to dry out its disregard and flood again with light

28 september

as if with crayons and i am undone by the hope of all and such though much the same remains once it's all swept away and i play with a reflection only a collection of free radicals bent on resolution  and no solution much the wiser than a dull incisor and apologies for tea

27 september

rephrase the ways the means have an end in mind undefined and rewound like a crown rounded at the edges and shiny on top cropped and blended and unpretending to know the answers like champion dancers out for a trot and caught up in the weather or not

26 september

turning the page rearranges changes from the topdown the merry-go-round of heartache mistakes for a toothbrush in the dumb rush of self-improvement like the truth meant to go free but unbelieving in escape remade into an accidental martyr of romance and vegetable matters -- the scattered recollections of a once and future sweeper-up -- 

25 september

and on and more like time like a halfeaten baked potato and an appetite for more more ignoring all the sense exchanged on the wrong market so we park it down the road to load more onto and one flew over the river and threw us off the scent and i meant to follow after but by then the night was up

24 september

remember the day before as if no other memory could follow because now is the end of all the time we knew and anything else is pushing your luck like a truck full of leftovers arriving before the party like favors we wait for long after the fact as we track those completion rates and dinner dates and spaces in between

23 september

all flavors all savoring off the table like a saving grace replaced with tupperware and spare parts -- the rich arts of a poor world unspun on its whys and its axis like the taxes unpaid laid waste to like truth through a noodle's eye and the butterfly affected by the wreck of some other crystal thing we string along like a story line feeling fine but thin instead on plot

22 september

I had something else to say but in the meantime the rewind was unkind amd fasted forward more than double time like a reminder of rejoinders unhinged from binge delivery and shivery delights of the overstuffed variety heavy laden and craving fresh relief

20 september

tired as a firebellied pig taking the chance and a certain step apart -- a heart -- a side 1

19 september

set it aside and turn cheek to shawl to sheik to scrawl across a textbook for the next look in a different direction -- an easy correction for the wrong attitude and the crude hammering of the outer loop of the beltway in the playground hypnosis of some other accidental planning committee -- you get we've got nowhere left to build

18 september

but if i close my eyes there will be a different view and the weather also will change -- the rearranging molecules that lose their shape when you look again away --

17 september

remember instead the echos of close encounters of kitchen counters and cavalcades of razor blade proclivities awash in the festivities of some otherkind excitement like writing on the sky spent in endless metaphor instead of punctuated clarity on the way to a point

16 september

pack it in, then, and let us suit the case on its way to elsewhere like a timeshare in disregarded ambition or a mission halfhearted and undeparted but with better intentions than the sense of reality might convey instead and what's left unsaid is more to the point though in person we'd be rehearsing the same again

15 september

I'd like to take this excuse to excuse myself and turn again the tide against the shore things and sky wings and all the split horizon in this way and that direction like a course correction still waiting to be graded and shredding the study guide

14 september

stepping forward is falling is calling out for a ladder and finding it chutes and distributes the last too many steps away to play fair with and shared bits of the cotton picking truth washed dried and cicrumscribed within a new exhibit called How I Ended It All

13 september

something with potatoes as well i imagined but instead i noticed a bruise that had not been there before and sure that's how it works but the quirks of the everyday play havoc with the wreaking the weakening and the wonderwhy like a calico forgivable and a science without math

12 september

and easy too to sour even as the bitter chases the kettle races and the clock walks over the pin to miss the plank to catch the just we meant to miss instead well breaded and digestible although the traffic has got to stop and the clock can't face it anymore and hides behind its hand

11 september

but it's too soon to turn the page because that's wasteful and there is plenty left on this side though we can't hide how we face our own reflections and collect in the light all the dark we tried to sweep away and keep in play though the words take up more space so better to chase the tail of some other donkey and pin the nose that smells as sweet as any other rose -- always supposing there are habits we can kick or otherwise hypnosis might do the trick in a pinch though preferably not so much

10 september

i had some things to say here but i steered clear of weight of stating too many claims to drain free of seaweed and other investigation like linguistic crustaceans clambering free of the sludge dredged up by tongues too strung out to reckon with and wild pitches in the bleachers for double features we can't break free from like eggplant humdrum mashed for one

9 september

add it up and it feels like subtracting contracting and counteracting the apostrophes the tease of sace replacing substance a comeuppance well deserved but served on a cold day and played full out as the route runs dry and the map runs out and there are no right turns left

8 september

easier instead to make excuses than to find the juice has run out like doubts piled scattergorically across the minescape and your cape flutters in the breeze so easily even in this vacuum consuming the thoughts the oughts the dirt the certainty the trees we freeze at the root and the shoots that never ladder

7 september

another way to turn a day to night to write the wrong ending and tend a different garden path collapsing in on itself with the shelf like dimming and the half pipe swimming up and over the clover field steeling against romance or answers or some other hope past the scope of the likely next

6 september

knowing there is no right way to answer and still choosing wrong as the song runs out of words and the tune is lost -- tossed back a toolittle fish and now the way is missing like a metaphor we meant to solve that's now dissolved into the lesser similes that march like as and so forth -- 

5 september

instead i turned the heat off and the crowds went mild like a tired burn to that meant to arm hive but expired for want of a chill

4 september

instead i'll turn off and tune out while the doubts play hot and the devices are mild like a sauce you boss around with some other bits and a twist of lime undefined and countertwined in the raw and rich twitches of a thousand tired sighs under cover of confusion while i keep my mouth shut

3 september

more potatoes i decided and from there a wall a ball to have but not to hold a golden handshake parachute surprise underlined by an elegance unseen by means electric and scenes eclectic but unshakeable -- sporadic but unbreakable -- all the scenes there might have been but now the pool is closed and we have hidden indisposed for long enough to call call the bluff that lives in the house that jack built

2 september

the idea of creating more of building and stretching but also the heat of the engine light in a bad neighborhood though who's to say to define to find a way deeper into doubt before the gas goes too and the sun's unstrung from its own right angles banged up and turned around with no air left to blow

1 september

but then it was hard to tell who were the squeaky wheels and who were the grease and i was two potatoes in before i saw the end coming