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 I’m frustrated. I want to touch. I want it all smoothed over like a strawberry frosted cake…

The crunching leaves tell my secrets like hens gathered at the feed. I’m walking with my head unattached, heavy booted feet are my steering wheel. I’ve got a long way to go and mommy did you know? I’m tired of hearing ‘bout 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 you’re in kingdom come…

It’s all unreal, it’s all surreal like melting clocks and handle bar mustaches…it’s all a dream, it’s all too real like the tears streaming down her gowned face…it’s all a joke, it is to laugh at the hands reaching for the last chocolate bar…it is a time, there was a time, my foot tapping nervously…