I could I suppose …
let’s talk shall we?
in intentionally imprecise vicissitudes,
deliberate fog of words,
running up and down the stairs,
in the manner of a politician’s tongue,
painting a Gaussian framework,
in such detail of a Monet colourful phraseology, palette palate with complex tones and pauses for,
breath, but,
when would it be?
to transfer meaning,
to deliver purpose’
to embrace truth’
to dream together,
we must climb together to the
plateau of uncommon understanding,
created by will-o’-the-wisps,
in the gardens of laissez-faire indifference,
where conversations and ideas roam freely,
around what time ?
masquerading,
rather than make a commitment,
make an excuse,
but , ohhhh, not a clear answerable obtainable fixable excuse,
but a general washing my hair emotional objection,
a friend offers hope,
but you don’t answer the phone,
imprecision creeping sideways,
lost in a forest, but not really there,
I’ll let you know, later.
