(In Between the Lines)

Determination drips from a persperative corpuscular glow grabbing at chance and chasing down demons; wrestled to the ground, growing roots into altered eco-system, a restorative rip-tide locks onto ankle bone and between, with a facetious fasciitis forcing an outflow.


Far, far, away, in a lost land I long for, fairytale facets on a day-glow dusty trail--all hands inside the ride while we figure out which direction is up, holding on against falling out, stretching sentiment between "good morning" and "sleep well".

(Train of thought......)

Singing strings slip through thematic theory.
Tracks and bends
jumps and thrusts
Dusts of translucent time settles 

Showing signs of
Home hung hats.   Always on the train

To somewhere. 

Thought to Thought 

to 

heart sound 

and

hunger pangs 

for 

resolution and respite in a 

resounding applause to
stand up for valor and 

feathers in hats, polo clubs and foxes. 

                                                           Exits stage left and balcony desperations

                                         woven into my thread 

                                    my fibers 

                           my being.          Fantastical fairy-teller gaze 

into your crystal ball and 

run away with me. 

Flee and fly to light up the sky. 

Climb lighthouses and weather storms. 

Paint me pretty colors to 

guide your way back 

                                                                                                                              when tossed to the sea.