justwrite 4 june

vaguely tired of wrongly inspired meals
the feel of evidence too tense in the calves
up on tiptoes topping some other charts
hearts and their handbags
we all want the right brand of bangs
no bucks for luck just stuck in a rucksack
attacking the taxes
we have no way out
i am wondering where the wandering will end
stend rend bending fenders
bandaged elbows
phone calls without numbers
the plumber called he thinks you're loopy
the loose ends a little to be desired
leaving that is
grieving the space
what do you want and how soon
i can not give you what you're asking for
you have not asked for anything
i am holding on to my own pockets
there are rocks i would like to use as balloons
we are going into elsewhere
i will watch a film
i will make a matter of fact observation
there is no destination like the present
i am not interested in this color question
i would like to mention the alternatives
unfortunately they have been misplaced
i am ready to trace my steps back and away
no power over under all the prepositions fall away
labyrinth notwithstanding no understanding

justwrite 3 june

lamentable toast of the town the frowning down and around the corner the brainstormer the theater of the absurd the unheard-of delights of a summer night with fireflies and a surprise announcement of marshmallows a bonfire conspiring to develop a tellable story a glorious reminder with exquisite details entailing each need each feedable hunger among the wasted moments the toasted donuts and the abuse of sugar warming up a trend with no end a sauce with no boss which is to say barbeque and i want to tell you i am ready to grieve leaving i uncovered this morning a dream last night and there were tears or near-tears when i woke up and i thought i will write this down but instead i felt the air checked the time fell back asleep there is something to be said for leaving a covering on the mindside dishes left to chill the day creeps in and drapes the crepes in a manycolored coat a remote chance of genuine flavor surviving arriving on time and delivering lines not meant to be remembered the timbers all shivered the delivered pizzas dressed with olives on the courthouse steps on half a laugh out of relief and the belief in the reappearance of invincibility gone for some time on a dime and a hard place a chase to the race to the finish and with you in it i will run i will be redone like a painting made of tomorrow and the frame will be gilt spilled richly onto a page stage left and right and the center will go up for the jumper and come down with the score

justwrite 2 june

re-word the awards rewarding the careful the stares full of tires
round they are and round we go
i am going rounder i am growing sounder
the judgment is in question
the lessons are teaching themselves inaccurately
i am stacking the cookies in a row and so
there we are there you go you know we blow by
i will cry without an answer
i will chance to dance upon a stance not yet taken
the stole has whole your soul
there's no two halves about it
the haves not have got to be kidding
witting our way through tuesday
again again again
my minutes are up
in the air
if i was laughing you would know we would try it together

justwrite 1 june

i find i have delayed all entries the sentries are not amused
we abuse our knees and imagine our knees differently than they ought to be to bend
to fend for ourselves we will need more foil
the foils toil in endless self-deprecation
the deception is hereditary
here and there-y
a scary ware to sell
let me tell you i will not make it to the bottom of this page
boots all the rage so stylish and comfortable
the confrontable concerns none of my own
your misfortune is
the hot dogs that spoke too soon
i will carve that antelope moon
i will suggest alternatives
let me delete this street and start again
just like parting the water
a sideways ponytail
let's consider ourselves lucky

justwrite 30 may delayo

all you people
chasing the steeple:

the race is hazy
days beyond belief

the chief concern:
a burning learning curve

justwrite 31 may delayo

taking stock
the addition equals
just socks
headlights and toasters
rest areas faring fairly well
no ferry from here to there
cross the quarry/ another story
no worries/ no melting
speeding into gentle stillness
feeding some release/ relief
plenty of space here the floor
sandstorm stillness/ limestone bliss

justwrite 29 may delayo

enough of this time travel unravelling each page to the next stage there are ages and there are rages better kept in cages to fade in and out of birdsong singing along like a throng of starlings startling the heartstrings into music i will sing and be glad the agreements will be ironclad no sixth sense none the richer than the bits and pieces scattered around like categories too unexplainable highly detainable the strong songs of the longshoremen ready to call a day a day and to pay to play along to the song on the rutabaga jukebox i am laughing at the chicken pox emerging like an urgent need in need of feeding heeding no cry i am always a critic before the beginning starts and the parts i'd like to play often already on stage on shelf in better long-term health than i am denying each clipped tone a toenail away from a tome of collected works jerking along the line the bread instead of apples dappling the morning like a mare unaware that gray is the color of fading both in and out and the doubts that collect in the drain are strained by experience the delirium of strategy trying to explain itself there is no wealth but wisdom there are no decisive incisors but teeth and the wreath on the door implies more than they're willing to explain so abstain from asking the tasking list clasping wrists made of dominoes exposed like raw noise like annoyance delivered with a shiver of humidity a proclivity toward words and back attacking the space between and skimming the print the ink the darkness for which there is no measurement no return just earned escape in grape-sized bites the bits of steps toward what's left once we've leapt off the trail beyond the pale glow of flashlight tracing what's ahead with a racing mind instead of sense beating the train with no gain but getting elsewhere first