A Homonym Hobbled Over our Garden Fence

when I returned from a sonic swarm of  Spanish piano music my hands took a turn  for the wurst  my ears could not believe my eyes in a storm that played dance music all day   what with sun searing through blades of grass and slicing through clumps of brown eyed susans left to pars the next touch of frost

I see now I’ve left my hook off the phone even it is a senior communications consultant and getting to the point where it costs more to replace than the service it provides.

tell me, where can you turn on a dime and find yourself on a date in a central square of parallel mind –fields just a split participle from your own? Perhaps on a utube I’ll discover an eternal triangle to live out my days wanting only to  create traffic circles with you in the middle to compose me to sleep

so be id   I’ll face the music in future conditionals so I can climb stairways to your eyes in a maelstrom of iotas you cared to take.

So I’ll have Joe set them up and I’ll play glass harmonica To a jazz lick with an Irish  tune   although I’m directionally challenged I know who’s going with me until the end of time.