in-coming

Something’s happening, let’s call it sunrise, for now, and summer vacation in Geneva, in umm.. 10 hours. My heart-beat is spiking, like a flag or kite flying. I’m leaving an empty room - making one last pass with a broom. I’m stuffing my bag, with the last few things, for escape on aluminum wings. My dreams, woven in bright, butterfly tapestries, are rolled and folded - packed between urgent fantasies and harsh, time-sensitive practicalities. I know you’re there, a quarter-world away, good news, pegasus awaits, to streak gulf-stream high, over choppy oceans wide with mechanical fire, its ice-cycle crystal contrail points, like cherub cupid's arrow, toward you. Forget pixels, tech instruments, remote lifeline connections, and prayer-like whispers over thin, criss-crossed wires. I’m making my move, coming compass-needle true, to press up close, reintroduce, extemporize and seduce. . . music for this: Someday by Sugar Ray sunburn by almost monday This Charming Man by The Smiths Heaven by Los Lonely Boys