27 october

as well we know the telephone speaks its mind at clearly defined intervals and the integral points of response are the haunts in the pauses the causes -- as we see -- are varied, the days that run -- we see -- are harried, and all the hendersons will dance and sing -- let me fill my pockets wild, china weak and jacks are mild -- hurricanes for breakfast now, with alabaster record doubts! we are the ones we can't do without! i have no desk and i have no shoes -- i see only light and i hear only truth -- the answers in the curtain and the meal's its own dessert (i will hurt with wonder as i wait, the ache an angle tried and long --) sing the cattle sunset song: turn the hands, the clock's all wrong -- i'm the one i meant to mention, i'm the one i thought you knew -- sweet jane and all the cabin crew will be coming by soon to assist you as the sky tuns soft to velvet and we all fade underground

26 october

and starting with a conjunction leaves the functional analysis off the chart: i am already messing up and the cup runs over with disaster faster than sense can pay out, the dollar bills flying away and the change making itself out to be something that it's not -- the tater to the tots and all the little potato wedges hedging their bets and their ten cents yet to be dimed out of their pockets locked with all those hot to trot lunch minutes the skinny slices of calendar stolen from designed bubblegrams scandalized technology the ways and means the committees scream at the language used to prove we know what we're talking about though the doubts are high and as we try to prove we're the experts the text spurts and the tweets go out to shout: they know not who they blame! and this round's more of the same-- too many users or too much politics? much too thick or pick up sticks? here we go round the merry go whyyy -- and reasonable ones and zeros decry their knowledge of more than what goes behind and before as all the puppeteers point jeers-- these are not the thoughts i have-- these are reams of paper ripped from headlines defined by other fingers and tongues and what's strung up on my wall are pictures unframed and futures unnamed -- the dashes that flash by with apple pie virtue and too many questions, they lessen the worry and hurry the coffee toward cream-colored pleasure, the steam without measure and hesitation in next round progression: yes, i would recommend and yes i'd extend and if the question was i'd answer but if the quiet's deep i'd turn away the way the mean the average stay and november's coming anyway

25 october

cool night parking lot crisp like sub lettuce slices of cheese waiting for tomato and ready for oil and vinegar stepping across darkness later than evening should be long past real dinner sleepwishing dreams of the sandwich embrace whitebread rollup these are the perfect images palumbo subs mechanicsburg pennsylvania imagine and remember the tender balance let me ask another question the lesson here to learn is to earn that time and keep it in a locked pocket to have and to hold to say yes but also know that no is a word - absurd but those days place trays full of orders in short form - the norms and their ideals squealing off the exit ramps into tramped-down piles the to-do lists to-done unstrung and while the subject is collecting itself i'd toast the health of any reader - the cooler side of the pillow, the fever that fades when the sun comes up

24 october

pile up doubt and the trout rain bows and the range rovers over and under in the cannon ball swimming pool - we rule this school and what the trial of the cent pre-bent and overturned I've earned those apples into oranges again in the wrongtime forges - why and how of course too clear - do you suffer from this or that - and the doctor thinks i'm taking too long by giving real answers - -  the chances again of trends resent - i've lent my expertise to friends in need but does the mustard seed alarm clock toll as well for me?

23 october

thought i was asleep but the creeping-up crept until the onscreen dream faded and the belated overcame, the lame leapt up and the cup overflowed-- whoa!/ explode/ and SCENE! mean it if you have to and i laugh through toward the ending, bending over to pick up the line, to twist all the twine til my phone says it's time for another appointment another disjointment of a schedule with meddled hours cowering from freedom (believe'em if you will, the spillover alarm clocks, the pillow jocks and their bragging rights, staying up nights and keeping all days undercover - the lovers of the curtains with certain dreams behind fringed eyeshades, fading in lemonade dream scenes, teeming with beauty and also with caramel corn caravans of scandalous laungauge banging about: where are all the doubts i had when those scads of to-do items marched on by? who threw out the candy and who caught it? was it free? then why i bought it in the first place the worst way to pay out to save doubt from a wrecking ball i'm too tall for a tree and nobody asked me if i wanted to be a snake to take the cake from the pan, to copy from the scan and rap it all off stage - to earn the living wage and war it all to pieces : what you think of these diseases, what you see when you gather up the pieces and how those animals crinkle up their creases winking up to tease us as we laugh the lots away (it's the end of another day and the start of another way) (a sigh - i throw my keys in the air and the monkeys take their turn, earning frequent flyer miles as the window starts to fade)

22 october

I'll be the secretary if you walk the dog but the catalog has too few parts to play - too few ways to mean hello when all I'd rather know is when and if the knife fits, where it sits for lunch, where the punch bowls and the rattle rolls (there are those who'd rather shake - just a commonplace mistake if you're one who tells the truth, and that's as useful as a toothful grin in a sandstorm fire when the words conspire, I call for the script and I call for my line, and I call for the fiddlers three) and the nursery rhyme (so ill-defined) falls rapidly away and I'm standing awkward as a two-dollar offer on a twenty dollar check and that's a mess of words to try for and I've got none left with to buy for

21 october

To be honest, I might build a house of bricks before French toast sticks, but there are plenny of words far more absurd that crowd to mind in the roughly defined eveningnight under bright lights of leftover dinner thoughts and the glimmer of laugh is a cool carafe of carryhome thanks to replenish the tank and it goes down smooth and easy – a greasy slide that sounds much cooler as a chute or a ladder, like a classy Meta Hatter jumping with hilarity – wears on me not invisibly, an easy tell if you’re looking, and the books – I’d say – are cooking (an orange stabbed through the heart and boxed numbers off the charts) – while there’s lots of parking darkening, a forward bounce is hearkening and fall’s a mess of leaving with a full sky up above