Errands Alone in a Dream

TV Static blissfully sings a tenor tune in the morning dew

Commas next to name illuminate the business that pours over news that always comes too late.

Ends meet on corners, faces unveil their eyes as the heart deceives deciding which way it's going to sway.

Hair shines on the boulevard and the passive passage of age sets it's creeping suggestions as the means justify itself as steam blows over constants are never constant and the exchange of whenever is waiting in the shadows of forever.

Following the back the traces of every possible way that allows there to be more fight in us than there was in theory waiting for the posts we will assume only to abandon.

Smiles bend through the looking glass, and the suggestion takes flight.

Fluttering on strings, odds, and ends.

Imagination runs away with the whispers of anchored wisdom.

Old news as the lovers take flight.

Sips pass through in waves

Holding down the day to day.

Wonder never wonders but discovers 

Old haunts reignite old flames.

Scenery collapses.

The whole world is a stage.