Can’t find you doing the old soft shoe, at least not with the parts I remember to. Can’t find peace beneath the window on my knees, climbing up the trim using my hands to offer a prayer and humble pleas. What there was left would be jettisoned as the ship began to leave. Out on the breakers with the salt air and the breeze. Something good about tomorrow is none would ever freeze.

I sing in crescendo a scale in Minor b, thinking for moments that the blues had gotten free. The round is chambered and the moon so big and bright, I shout goodbye to daytime and welcome to the night. But there’s a flavor of caramel and of rum, had I lost all senses been stricken deaf and dumb? I put in two fingers and pulled out the ripened plumb, just as Georgie Pordgie I forgotten to ask for some.

Thinking myself eternal I climbed shoeless over fence, hoping for baked bread or the news for my two pence. Instead I found slumber beneath a piney tree and dreamt of daydreams that were promised ten days hence. All of my memories and dragons were frightening and immense, but I seldom wandered into visions that intense. I smelled of perfumed I know not from where and even less from whence.

A five man band a dance floor and a mic stand, put them together and there are flames ready to be fanned. So I tried tap dance and every fish except the pike, but birds seemed better so I did the Eagle and the Shrike. In my trance of gusto I back handed a midget and the Queen and had to back track to ever bad movie I had seen. First attempted to grovel the embarrassment too much so I told bad jokes recalling memories in Dutch.

I flown much too high my impression Icarus to the sun as my wings melted I knew that this time was the one. So I fell slowly into love as I once had done, the ground came quickly daring me to have some fun. But feather pillows, with hides and some fur pelts exasperation where I thought there would be welts. I sang in Gaelic thinking it appropriate for this moment but before I knew the time to be true had quickly came and went.