In between

That

Imbecilic

Thorn thrashed prattling

We call conversation

I load lead balloons

Onto a 3 wheeled apple cart

Rolling them to the scrap heap

Upsetting destiny’s promise of

For better or worse

Better, being the preferred option

Knowing the alternative most likely

Will prevail

Still

Your operative pheromones

Compel me to adjust my listening levels

Sufficiently to bridge your canyon of creativity

Providing access to your geomorphic attributes

A spelunking spectacular in the midst of your alpines

A steamy jungle visit where bushes tremble

Coconuts swirl in unison

With your perfectly sculpted dunes

That ebb and flow with the unnatural tides

Of your body’s motion in absolute

Synchrony with my……..

Er..ah…what’s that your saying?

Seat’s taken?

Oh, Sorry.

Copyright 2012 Patrick Granfors