And even in such beautiful lighting, the strain of heavy situations, the almost touching of charged up hands seeps through the hairline cracks up there from the beautiful blue. And Iâm frustrated. I want to touch. I want it all smoothed over like a strawberry frosted cakeâ¦
The crunching leaves tell my secrets like hens gathered at the feed. Iâm walking with my head unattached, heavy booted feet are my steering wheel. Iâve got a long way to go and mommy did you know? Iâm tired of hearing âbout the jack in the box surprises left in silly 4th grade notes, left in the duffel in a metal box , go poof! mr. Frogman, now youâre in kingdom comeâ¦
Itâs all unreal, itâs all surreal like melting clocks and handle bar mustachesâ¦itâs all a dream, itâs all too real like the tears streaming down her gowned faceâ¦itâs all a joke, it is to laugh at the hands reaching for the last chocolate barâ¦it is a time, there was a time, my foot tapping nervouslyâ¦