She Refused To Be Bored

There Seemed To Be Some Heavenly Support Beneath His Shoulder Blades That Lifted His Feet From The Ground In Ecstatic Suspension, As If He Secretly Enjoyed The Ability To Fly But Was Walking As A Compromise To Convention.

I Play The Radio And Moon About...and Dream Of Utopias Where Its Always July The 24th 1935, In The Middle Of Summer Forever.

The Sky Lay Over The City Like A Map Showing The Strata Of Things And The Big Full Moon Toppled Over In A Furrow Like The Abandoned Wheel Of A Gun Carriage On A Sunset Field Of Battle And The Shadows Walked Like Cats And I Looked Into The White And Ghostly Interior Of Things And Thought Of You And I Looked On Their Structural Outsides And Thought Of You And Was Lonesome.

And, Joey, If You Ever Want To Know About The Japonicas And The Daisy Fields It Will Be Alright That You Have Forgotten Because I Will Be Able To Tell You About How It Felt To Be Feeling That Way You Cannot Quite Remember – That Will Be For The Time When Something Happens Years From Now That Reminds You Of Now.

Life Has Puffed And Blown Itself Into A Summer Day, And Clouds And Spring Billow Over The Heavens As If Calendars Were A Listing Of Mathematical Errors.