Absolutely Miles Away …too many clouds, too little time…

twist the noon

i’ll sip a cup and pretend to be around, and they’ll nod and smile and fawn and frown through the perpetual exchange of mundanities.

The flecks of cotton wooled escapism in the sky pertain to that whisp of wistfulness which was once whisked away. Whisper to me. I wish to li…

…eeee in your arms under the blue moon skied midnight and sip a cordial arrest and attest to the pert mingling of clear liquor with deep red water melon drops on awatch the stars blinking in their far away innearness at hear the twist and turn of the sea crashing never dashing our hopes away…

…an interesting interpretation…