7 september

even as the oddball out the doubts turn clear mean clean breaks like mistaken octopi running high and narrow through the straits and into curves blinded by not new and quiet rows held behind closed doors too often opened by mistake as breaking claims laylie so high and also into depth like rent having crept upward and misheard though observed closely in the mostly empty dark -- 

6 september

what about the leftovers the four clovers of the pocket chips the candle drips at both ends but depends upon its own edge to flip to clip off the fringes and linger longer than planned on while commands pour in from the rear front to double jump and triple check the singles night

5 september

whenever the weather wanes the season cains unmelodious to breeze through cottonwood forgiveness with the bigness of heart that leaves no stone to be desired -- 

4 september

wait until the plans scan, the meet goes over, the cows turn to motorcycles -- these are pieces we can do without and doubts that claim our safer selves like health we toast in roasted rhyme and careful chime along the road to supper

3 september

remember how the temperature rose how the clothes piled and the salsa mild mixed in its own defense paid rent and sold its ha'penny remembrances like last chances to overboil and spoiled resolution when the shutter didn't quite

2 september

easy as a viper piped in and tired out like grout in the fingerprints and sand between the toes indisposed in undisclosed locations as nations unite and untie and begin again like scandals in the hourglass and circumstance for tea

1 september

this is how it will be and the free documentation the vacation from the dark we parked around bright corners and light warmers like hazards flashing and doughnuts cashing in their chips for a partial eclipse and a half pack of gum