midnight motorway noises

Forty shades of grey - plumped, fluffed then rolled like craps across the blue-eye sky.

Softly stepping in amongst them wide-eyed, always surprised and sure to get lost in the layers, I remember home.

My gaze goes up high and through them: meandering and wondering, pondering my wanderings.

Cumulus curves. Clouds cuddle like no other.

So, during twelve balmy sun-soaked cocktails, I told the truth. NO! One truth untold lies and vanquishes rodents...really. All of the men swooned over all of the men. Gay! Also while I was quite serene, I tricked many of my former liaisons into covering these streets with rodents. Scrappy beasts, they were scampering about and people ran fast - terrified that one might introduce itself awkwardly and uninvited impose unnecessary amounts of napkins upon the filth-loving hermaphrodites.