I wrote a past for you

I wrote a past for you
I wrote a part for circus dwarves
I wrote three dozen sensible requests
I wrote nothing that wasn’t in the papers
I wrote with no intention of seeing my name in lights
I wrote and the sound of the words lasted
I wrote after the fact, I wrote fast
I wrote because of the effect
I wrote in the space capsule and watched it rise above the clouds
I wrote young and was young
I wrote the time down but then the clock ran out of ink
I wrote all the memories I hadn’t purged for spite
I wrote a season and then I wrote another one
I wrote because we’re all gonna die, but that doesn’t happen now
I wrote you this but in time you will fade away
I wrote in a book but the book was made of edible materials
I wrote and it wasn’t work it was a house and what’s my address
I wrote about being lost when there was no money in it
I wrote a pretended sign, I wrote a vision
I wrote out of mind ideas, I wrote it kindly
I wrote several out-of-body experiences no one really had
I wrote the young flies don’t pass their wisdom on to the old
I wrote she’s practicing piano across the street again
I wrote nails that come up in the spring we pick them up
and use them for repairing the roofI wrote all about sarcastic wit and the people who take it seriously
I wrote an anger that cooked for me but didn’t clean the floors

9/2/06