post 6 october

justwrite 5 october

swimming I am skimming the top the pages tired fired up again there are trends but we can not tell the neighbors the space savers the savor of a thousand flavors piled upon each other a sidewalk box of cookies looking good in the afternoon autum the boxes open and hoping for hands commanding their owners taken by leaders with liters of encouragement an urge spent on a park bench whence it came and went it’s gone again a clan of strands twisted up into a misty vale a vowel and how we’ll know is by the landmarks the outstanding sharks in the sand handing it to us blustering through the new old world order the sorting not worth sifting through admitting you ought to think differently the bits we see of another world hurled backwards into time off of the balcony yesterday’s towel howling in the inside wind the bins of apples happening into cakes no mistakes about those bites no life’s too long too short to cavort in trees the breeze picks its own fruit and the loot can not be translated the dative case the nominative forgiveness of another afternoon the crooning calling stalling out with the backward tenses we are worth mentioning and we have our tendencies we will not be shaken our spots will not be taken in line we are moving forward I hold your hand as I walk


justwrite 4 october

I am sending lending bending the ruler I can measure whatever I treasure in two eyes there is no surprise here we fear our own worst rewards waning off the morning and settling into nettles betting the bank on the rank and file the style is unforgivable I have to quibble with these results I have tumult in my tummy but there are gin rummy dramas to play out to shout backwards to a one-armed man scanning the exits with beeps and deep wide smiles hiding the aisles of eyes with surprise the pools to jump into the grandmothers uncovered in their inner workings jerking the chain along the main drag with watermelon to boot in cahoots with the permutations of a nation divided by unions the communion of leaves and trees getting up to their arms in arms and harming no one with such actions just the traction of keeping it together the attack the lack of sense the unmentionable tense neither past nor present but the best bent to have went gone been around the doctor ought to help such an elf to exist the gist having been gotten into the wrong voice the passive having rejoiced and the tables having turned earning all that credit never to regret it and always to call forward before arrival the survival of the classes being based on the grades the fades having been mastered like a disaster like a plaster keeping the wall together like a feather ready to fly without the rest of the wing singing a song one note at a turn earning credit and burning regret it’s the last best hope the rope has already been strung along the bridge is strong but the water wonders wanders widely wildly high and lying in wait and baiting the bystanders with tender waves


justwrite 3 october

I am thinking about drinking in the ocean the devotion to a higher cause a hidden clause in a counteractive contract reacting to the track I jumped from humpty dumpty style while all the king’s horses course through the par and play guitar on the wall calling blind men out for tea like the starry sea of three mice and their spicy enchiladas all you wanna see is to be is to free your nose from that undisclosed clover field yielding fruits of repetition glistening in unimagined splendor I have never seen I have often been accused of such happenstance chance being caused by my own dance for snow but I know there is no way out of a mess like that a cat on the corner singing scat like a mourner for missing syllables filling the air with a chill that there are too many covers to cover too many colors to number and the three is a seven and the green is between stages right now please hold please fold your hands in patience the way in is no way out the wrestling messing with your sense and sensibility the thrill you see in chocolate of the best kind biding your time in the sitting room building up with to zoom into action the traction of a sleigh weighed down with holiday is okay in most weather and so much the better if it’s slippery stuff the toughest kind defined by the climate of the situation of the scheme and in between we wonder about emergency numbers and how to spot them what we’ll do once we’ve caught them and how to respond once the words travel on far after please or thank you or a number true enough to be right but bright and flashing with the sound of laughing

post 3 october

justwrite 2 october

when the signal hits go I am ready to green to show the inbetween superstars just how far away it is to the top but not to stop because there are trolleys from here to there and if you stare at the right window long enough with a tasteful smile it will open in a friedawake while and your mouth will eat what your eyes have been waiting for a storied tale a neverfail ending pretending there is no need no speed to keep barreling through like falls into Niagara and there surprise is there in store by the bottled water you otter be buying by the well by the by it’s to buy the bottle and throttle life in a heist where the result is loot on all sides tided over by the openair feeling the steeling of nerves and the wheeling of hearts into bed to curl up close to in the cool night warming up easily and the pleasure is all mine all divine in a cloudy sense the tense not too tight no brighter star in this sky and my how the curtains have something to say my how the way is unclear in a tearful sense but imagined hence we see the next step we have our thoughts to thank for putting that together we have weather or not we have got ideas and when and then and here and I have a family how are you how old are you where are you from it’s been a pleasure speaking to you and thank you thank you доврий



justwrite 1 october

ready I am steady and waiting to go out to come in to sing swimming lessons all through the town drowning in pleasant scenes coming between Christmas and a list meant to be met to wet the color and water the number we are stronger than our other selves the shelves too heavy for steady consultation there is a fascination with normalcy but it’s a chore you see played out again and again a scan of the northwest and a rest to rants with a you in there and where we see our better selves let’s just say we talked and I walked forward onward onto a cliff playing a riff of over and over cloverwheels stealing the chairs caught unaware of the danger embracing each stranger as another manger filler willing away any fees to be paid to be waylaid on the commercial break to fake out any condiments with a spin that’s meant to put a dent in our twist-tie baggage we can see all there is we can carry along like fish in a bit of powder tossing themselves beautiful a dutiful turn of the screw a true encounter of another kind we are defined by our rhymes but mine entwined in the alternate lives of a parallel universe suggests the worst is yet to bet its own stake on dinner on a winter on a splinter of eggs and the dregs of another round of pounds left by the wayside we tried but we hide our own suggestions our hard-earned lessons in our pockets locked up for reflection but passed along in the direction forward forearmed up to the elbow and ready to blow by in the wink of a fly

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justwrite 26 september

air overloads even the meekest secret the bit of sense you mentioned yesterday is hardly worth bringing up a cup of water and the tottering ice splicing warms sips and the wits end again a scandal worth mentioning without any pretending that the ending of that noise is not requested that the bested solution is still stewing with the beef and the beets treating nearby blanks with pinkpurple banks of color of number and the hunger too for more historical value I am listening to top-volume classical the tragical outcomes and the mystical tickles of the ivories describing these literary scares unaware and unaccompanied the trump we see being played again and again and when the fruit flies when the flute gathers heat I will change my locks I will stock my barrels with sterile gauze causing neighbors to stare and to wander unaware into unexpected time zones droning on and one and over long-gone trains where the station is leaving without you and removed true to form from the norm you had earlier envisioned though the rate of attrition is enhanced by the dance of the hands to my left together sliding onto thighs beside they are nodding along to the translation and I am considering what station I ought to tune into to become immune to concerns of that sort although the greater hope is a longer scope and sequence ready to fall into line in time


justwrite 27 september

night a bright stretch catching all the beets yet to come I will strum along the corridors more and more hasting making waste to taste with a rinsable replacement of all the ribbons the printers the schisms in the hinterlands the winter commands with elegant hands pointing in the right direction igniting the positive reflection passing the collection plate to stay out late to collect the minutes with you in it to the max to the core the floral draperies making no mistake to please each connecter to understand her concerns is to earn her respect in place of neglect I am penciling in the decision yes I am pressing my cheek against the pavement in amazement and telling all the kangaroos to hop in down to drop that town full of applejacks arranging syntax the storming into citymax to cash in for that bling to sing along in sequined surprise the eyes having it and poking them out with woo-hoo party-like-a-rockstar flair will you care to hear the details can I but fail to follow through on the posting who and what the cut-up slices of orange restoring the vitamins to see and be seen by the light of a green candlewax attack ignited by united delegates forces of course too true to be universal too many cars full to be metatarsals and the fingers and the toes grow up in rows popping up like crops corn scorning all of the multiple intelligences climbing the fence and setting down underground with a nose for moles and the desire too for more


justwrite 28 september

having leapt the bounds we are found hopping up into the tide and burrowing into the mud and like frogs we are easily surprised having spied a different view earlier the sturdier of two points having anointed our consciences with the better plan again in quotes with remote chances of completion the deletion of records with a single glance having had the chance to entrance the audience with a preponderance of questions not entirely rhetorical the metaphysics too adorable to understand the command of each key the tree of each root in cahoots with a choo-choo train and the think-I-can vein of mind the winding road a mile from style and half as tall the call to bid farewell to fall and other related seasonings the reasoning a completely separate concern let us talk about wallpaper and the stapler that made this paper possible keeping it all together in any weather and knotting a pine could define what’s in store for the sure things the wings and celery the bleu cheese things of someone else’s imaginings we are wading into deep water here and the fear is not that we will be unable to swim but that we will not swim fast enough the rough tides ahead of the frogs prompt reflection and a change of pace a trace of irony in the blood but nothing to fear yet again to steer off the track the laugh the path of least entertainment runs through it comes true it’s the best of times new roman the font that just wants more than four square deals more steals than a baseball thief a chief detective can’t figure out the trout to scale and just as whale because when I checked it out last it was a bass


justwrite 29 september

ignite a united tie and roll both halves another lap away let your tongue play itself out and shout itself hoarse of course there are alternate endings but first you must get past the start the heart of a collective sigh dries on dusty lips tripping over a doublering phone calling for calling all durable goods which should be happy should be made snappy even if the clover route is too south along the boat to be kicked is too thick to be embarrassed by the precarious shoutings of the devout brrrringings of a sheep’s bell just as well the call divides itself for its health is in occasional danger and the manger scene has not yet been set we seek a rushing out of time a running into lines and blushing to the beginning to the start the heart of the matter having been placed into the passive voice rejoicing in melodramatic strains rearranged like a wavering line feeling fine in the best room and instead of western it’s a chopped clock ravaged by cabbage and able to seem stable enough to stand still to fight chlorophyll without destroying the sun there is a crumb of sense in this warmth there is a hope that’s due north from here and steering right on through to truth I am staked on making a claim I am relearning to hear my name and all the tides changed since the last ride picking up new passengers and stirring up the watched pot caught on top of the stove

justwrite 30 september

good very good super good we have understood our purposes and we are working to cross them like a watchtower with misspent time rhyming in the closet I am a faucet working to flow forward in time I am not alone there are scones there are situations not worth working beyond the stopwatch has to go and I am wondering how to show some sort of competency the dependency on singleword phrases crazes me lazily I seem to be age three and there are no half to laugh along with there are fits to be tied and the statue is a new take on an old break for coffee for tea for we are our own worst enemies and our best friends my answers are in a different voice but we all rejoice for ice cream we dream in shortterm naps collapsing in the event of rain of strain and a sort of pile of boots that smile backwards with absurd tongues strung along out to dry all high up like a kite full of tights and an ignited tense in the sense that we are our own worst critics and best audiences despite a preponderance of evidence that we cannot keep our elbows in our own ears they are steering us toward steak but make no mistake about that cattle prod we will not go gently quietly tensely defiantly we will sit and think and wonder what bus to take we will make mistakes and mustaches there will be problems loading the page and a change of the guard will be too hard to follow in one language let alone two and the default setting is betting on no one else noticing which is a floating fine free fancy way to be if the tree

justwrite 24 september

there is no time but there is all the world full of space and the chase is not rushed the wings are not hushed but flying boldly higher and sleepier and i am sorry to say this is all i have time to rhyme along these lines now i am being whisked away but there is love and there are words and they are both for always

justwrite 23 september

let's just say that bouncing upwards leaves the sky to be desired to be fired up and fully functional the transactional immunity we discussed may not work the clerk in the other office told me to tell you she'll smell you later but if you want to date her this may be the best chance for a dance in the park if you know what i mean if you say what i've seen then i'll just take the day off the sharing compares with a doubledip drain the strain of the colander can't fit on this calendar can't sit on my shoulders as a blow out the candle can't handle another heartache like the steak they served undeserved and unordered out of sorts with cohorts all the merrier as the ferrier pulls on the poles and rolls another hole out to dry the pie and the doughnuts mean no nonsense and the fence growing up between the hemispheres is a fear trying to light its own match i can catch the drift but i can't ride it the whole way to anywhere and it's only fair that i should get the chance to cancel the next rehearsal i've been practicing to do so all day so

justwrite 22 september

blue tops the scale of electronic records the herds and their absurd charges electrical and alternatingly directed over the neglected wires inspiring faith of an untold sort resorting to a system of lost beliefs in seek of relief and also of joy annoyed with gravity and the situation a proclamation of declaration and other types of sentences weighing heavily on the shoulders of boulders on the trojans of horses and all their kinged men the round red tops and the circling black blocks piling on like sneakers into bleachers out of reach here's a simple plan a retinal scan and a tram up the block clocking in multiple laps at collapsible speeds the greed of need is unrelenting give me all your vests and make it snappy i am happy enough to be right but anxious over being left the sense of forward of adventure hardly worth mentioning so repeatedly the deceitfully empty lunchbox pretending to hold sandwiches when really the bread has fled and the toppings too the lettuce glued with sundry condiments passing on compliments to lips and chins and shifts via spins only a machine could dream up gripped with vice and twice as nice as pizza if such a thing is possible such a ring is plausible passed on by the sound of it a fitting chance to dance with an underarm suitcase i am wallowing in feigned disgrace making haste to the next item i've spied them lining up at the window but i need to take a shower first and luckily my batteries are sharpened and my pencils came pre-charged living large in the land of grandstanding anxiety imagining the piety of a far-gone song the desk offering no rest for the rest of the day no play no scene i am practicing how to say it i've played it out too often it is worn and the twinkle has lost its tossed salad in the mean time it's pulling out the weeds finally but the car won't start tomorrow afternoon and there's nothing to be checked out except doubt and there's no room to carry on or check much of that at this rate with out-of-state plates and a ticket to park in the dark the driveway but to stay is quite implausible and causing full hilarity of a distant sort so of course it's onward and on board for all

justwrite 21 september

nothing to do with something to what with the answers are all squared the traffic has to imagine its own stand in hand feeling bad for the glad hands the pickles tickling the ivory feet the slippers whispering wildly the baby eyes disguising the skies as blimps limping down the hallway the dolls crazed in their lazy circles the working week deep enough to dive into to thrive over all the way around the town the upside down elevator from the west the best of times crying out for limes and aid and the fading footsteps have leapt the building i am feeling my way outward the words have heard their answers lifted up and above ready to roll with the numbers fleeing from the refugees the squeezing of lemons the walls have fences and the mention of a cabin sends us grabbing for the remote having hoped for another chance to dance into leaves to squish the juice from a loosetooth smile the wild happiness of a blueberry smeared across the sky