naragannsette nonsense

Listening to lisztomania looking out at the floating fellows flowing with the ocean waves close but far kept gettin closed in and we're in the mazda v6 drinking chai spicy and vanilla both flavors from cool beans jeannette's place in naraganssette after running on the rocks like little sandivers or sandpipers whichever you prefer dodging the white wash that slaps the rocks and attacks the docks preparing to pull anything light or slow into the ocean zone but us we trust that we are fast our feet neatly treated never seated ready to retreat and snap a photo these moments are solo mementos framed in time claimed as mine ours is a life of ventures not luxuries its the trails we take the tribulations we forage through we will never forsake the wind we face no matter the gusto or grace that makes us move with haste into the next new landscape laced like a lapse of art not in the lines we are not confined we don't wait in time we chase all the mimes and watch them stay silent defiant we don't buy it but we try it because what's a world without the words of all whether the words rise into the air or fall get big or stay small urgent or stalled we are patient with what one might call the crazies or the quetzels or quolls apricots attracting bees calamine-lotion  saving dumbpeople or elephants licking fudge like God likes his honey-in-my-tea inside igloos of jupiter where kookaburra birds lie on lions and monsters eating nuts are making origami or pottery but quetzels and rats get caught by sierra that's ull?