31 january

sometimes when the sun comes up and goes back down you develop confidence too soon that it will rise again -- but perhaps it will not. perhaps we have caught up to our luck and been found wanting. it's a daunting sky to fill when we spill hope over the coals and wait for clouds to gather. together we are something but apart we are not.

30 january

turned upside down it's a waste to answer regarding thoughts on the view. well, that's different, isn't it? but the fit is unclear and the fear is steering -- skittering far off course and sorting out the bad bits to filter down the stairs and meet the door. explore again and reconfigure -- tomorrow's shadow is even bigger from this angle and the tangle of unsorted impossibilities freezes the thought process and fills the memory with random although there is no straight access into the heart of explosions --

29 january

are you kidding me -- are you ridding me of doubts or filling me with ideas -- dizzy enough to bluff any listener -- glistening with a held breath

28 january

catch on and keep up -- the unmerry go round and have found no point in stopping -- adopting a shocking candor that demands our attention and subtracts dimensions from the broader scale -- it's a no-fail whirlygo and the first to fall is over: wait and see the curtain rise -- who will be on stage? I've phased and fazed out the doubting bits and ready for the ellipse to trail off to blank so at least i'll be sure where to park

27 january

talking to myself to you and wondering who hears -- steering clear of touchy stones that cross creeks i'd rather not ford today -- no way to win the wagon train that drains the oregon trail of baled hay and smoked cheeses -- believe this is not meat and not right but the bite of another kind of rooster is the boost you're looking for when the cows come home: roam on crazy diamond as the sky calls collect and the angels look for pins to dance on just because they can

26 january

weary is a bleary state -- the darker veil to fall -- never more than half a step away from hitting walls: these are the structures we cannot build ourselves and yet the pieces are on fire as we pass them to the builders -- will anything survive? alive might be the better garden path -- guarded last and first of all by cattle called too low and episodes we couldn't grow with green beans left to fry and a come-and-get-it whyever cantaloupe and an artichoke surprise: spiking just beneath the eyes that have it and the dark that grabs it

25 january

Can't tell how to spell it all out clearly enough but the toughest stuff is in the bag already and it's steady progress on through from here -- the clear steering means veering in and out of sense on occasion and I'm raising stakes and taking blame like it's my job to shuck and jive and eat the grass alive because green is the color of addition and there's no abstraction or subtraction of metaphors come pouring out of my pillowtop the can't-stop carbon dating when there are plenty of elements but not all of them see the options to bond covalently